And in the end of the room where she sat were various little adornments--"art" calendars, a few books, fewer potted plants, a sewing-basket, and two rugs upon the floor, with a rocker for each.

Also there was a tiny, square table, with a pack of cards scattered over it.
"Exactly.

You have it sized up correctly, my dear." Miss Georgie Howard nodded her--head three times, and her eyes were mirthful.

"It's a game.
I made it a game.

I had to, in self-defense.