Once or twice she stumbled and fell upon her hands and knees.
"Seems to me," said she, drawing out her foot, which had sunk above the ankle in coal,--"seems to me I have as many feet as a caterpillar." But she kept on, down the Hill of Difficulty, till she reached solid ground.

It was not a very cheerful apartment, that is certain.

The light had much difficulty in getting in at the little windows, and when it did fight its way through it was not good for much; it was a gloomy light, and looked as if it had had a hard time.
Dotty went up to the furnace for comfort.

It was a tall, black thing, doing its best to give warmth and cheer to the rooms up stairs, but it was of no use to the cellar.

It was like some brilliant people, who shine in society, but are dull and stupid at home.