There were two more rooms again over these, with sloping ceilings, though otherwise large and airy.

The attic looking into the garden was the spare bedroom; while the front belonged to Sally.

There was no room over the kitchen, which was, in fact, a supplement to the house.

The sitting-room was called by the pretty, old-fashioned name of the parlour, while Mr Benson's room was styled the study.
The curtains were drawn in the parlour; there was a bright fire and a clean hearth; indeed, exquisite cleanliness seemed the very spirit of the household, for the door which was open to the kitchen showed a delicately-white and spotless floor, and bright glittering tins, on which the ruddy firelight danced.
From the place in which Ruth sat she could see all Sally's movements; and though she was not conscious of close or minute observation at the time (her body being weary, and her mind full of other thoughts), yet it was curious how faithfully that scene remained depicted on her memory in after years.

The warm light filled every corner of the kitchen, in strong distinction to the faint illumination of the one candle in the parlour, whose radiance was confined, and was lost in the dead folds of window-curtains, carpet, and furniture.