She used the kitchen to cook in, because the stove was there, and the dishes.

She had spread an old braided rug over the brown stain on the floor, and she ate in her own room with the door shut.
Without being told, Lite seemed to know all about her secret aversion to the kitchen.

He took up the lamp and went now on a tour of inspection through the house.

Jean followed him, wondering a little, and thinking that this was the way that mysterious stranger came and prowled at night, except that he must have used matches to light the way, or a candle, since the lamp seemed never to be disturbed.

Lite went into all the rooms and held the lamp so that its brightness searched out all the corners.