Yet she had even a physical need of change, of recreation.

Whilst she discussed the matter anxiously with herself they entered the house and went up to Totty's room.

The house was very small, and had a close, musty smell, as if no fresh air ever got into it.

Totty's chamber was a poor, bare little retreat, with low, cracked, grimy ceiling, and one scrap of carpet on the floor, just by the diminutive bed.

On a table lay the provisions she had that afternoon brought in from Mrs.Bower's.