I assure you, Mr.
Herrick, that it was all Mr.Power's idea.

He used to come down for a few days and paint a door at a time.

We loved to sit in the gallery and watch him.

You have no idea how it interested us." When Elizabeth, still carrying her antique lamp, passed swiftly down the gallery, she paused as usual at her sister's door.

Dinah was sitting in a carved oak chair by the open window with a reading-lamp beside her.