I'll teach you some chords while you are heah, if you want me to.

Come on." At the landing where the stairs turned, Betty stopped again, for there was a great casement window looking out into a beech-grove, and under it a cosy cushioned window-seat, where some one had evidently been reading.
There were books and magazines scattered all among the pillows.
"Heah is yo' room!" cried Lloyd, throwing open a door at the head of the stairs, and leading the way in.

Betty followed, her sunbonnet in her hand, and looked around her like one in a dream.

She had never imagined a room could be so beautiful.

If Lloyd could have known what a contrast it was to the bare little west gable at the cuckoo's nest, she could have better understood the wonder in Betty's face.
"My room is pink, and Eugenia's green, and Joyce's blue," explained Lloyd.