I was wild to see what was going on because the Princess was there.

The room was small, and the big cherry four-poster was very large, and all of them were talking, so no one paid the slightest attention to me.
Mother sat in the big rocking chair, with Sally on one of its arms, leaning against her shoulder.

Shelley and May and the sewing woman were crowded between the wall and the footboard, and the others lined against the wall.

The bed was heaped in a tumble of everything a woman ever wore.

Seemed to me there was more stuff there than all the rest of us had, put together.