Put your face to one of the glass panes in the right-hand window: what do you see?
A large open fireplace, with rusty dogs in it, and a bare boarded floor; at the far end, fleeces of wool stacked up; in the middle of the floor, some empty corn-bags.

That is the furniture of the dining-room.

And what through the left-hand window?
Several clothes-horses, a pillion, a spinning-wheel, and an old box wide open and stuffed full of coloured rags.

At the edge of this box there lies a great wooden doll, which, so far as mutilation is concerned, bears a strong resemblance to the finest Greek sculpture, and especially in the total loss of its nose.

Near it there is a little chair, and the butt end of a boy's leather long-lashed whip.
The history of the house is plain now.