"That would be a bad story to send back to papa." She found Mrs.Watson in very low spirits about her room.
"It's not that it's small," she said.

"I don't need a very big room; but I don't like being poked away at the back so.

I've always had a front room all my life.

And at Ellen's in the summer, I have a corner chamber, and see the sea and everything--It's an elegant room, solid black walnut with marble tops, and--Lighthouses too; I have three of them in view, and they are really company for me on dark nights.

I don't want to be fussy, but really to look out on nothing but a side yard with some trees--and they aren't elms or anything that I'm used to, but a new kind.