We decided upon two in the western wing--they both looked on the Queen's Terrace--large, lofty rooms, with the sun shining on them all day, each one containing two large windows, from which could be seen a glorious vista of trees and flowers.
Without saying one word to Clare, they were prepared for her.

Books, music, pictures, statues, flowers, were all arranged in order; everything bright and beautiful was brought there.

A small part of the room was partitioned off and made into a conservatory, where she could see the flowers bloom and hear the birds sing all the day long.
I have seen many lovely places since then, but none that looked to me so bright and beautiful as my sister's rooms.

All that money could do to alleviate her sufferings was done.

I ordered the easiest reclining chair, on which she could be gently moved from room to room, resolving in my own mind, no matter what went on in other parts of the house, that in her rooms there should be always sunshine and happiness.
Her joy when she was carried into them was most pretty and pathetic to see.