She's carried in pretty near a grove of pine-trees, I should say." The willing Marty went, and returned with a most surprising tale.

Every room was wreathed with green vines.

There were evergreen trees in boxes; the window-seats were filled with pots of green things growing; waving masses of ferns hung down from brackets on the walls.
"I jest stood like a dumb critter the minnit I got in," said Marty.

"I didn't know whether I wuz in the house or out in the woods, the whole place smelled o' hemlock so, an' looked so kind o' sunny and shady all ter oncet .-- I jest wished Steve could see it.

He'd go wild," added the unconsciously injudicious Marty.
Mrs.White's face darkened instantly.
"It must be very unwholesome to have rooms made so dark and damp," she said.