You sit down on the side of your bed, change your shoes and dash out again.
A dive down to the glass, two pins in your hair, powder your nose and off again.

But now--it's suddenly dear to you.

It's a darling little funny room.

It's yours.

Oh, what a joy it is to own things! Mine--my own! "My very own for ever ?" "Yes." Their lips met.
No, of course, that had nothing to do with it.