There's a thing out there, too, that I never saw before, which looks like one of the giant ants' nests of Africa in 'Morse's Geography' that I used to read about when I was--It makes me really nervous." Clover went to the window to look at the mysterious object.

It was a cone-shaped thing of white unburned clay, whose use she could not guess.
She found later that it was a receptacle for ashes.
"I suppose _your_ rooms are front ones ?" went on Mrs.Watson, querulously.
"Mine isn't.

It's quite a little one at the side.

I think it must be just under this.

Phil's is in front, and is a nice large one with a view of the mountains.