"Dear Mrs.Grimshaw, I don't like Jeff to give up the best room to me," she said.

"Isn't there another one that I could have ?" She glanced towards a door that led out of the room in which they were.
"Yes, go in, my dear!" said Granny Grimshaw with a chuckle.

"It's all for you." Doris opened the door with a quick flush on her cheeks.
"Master Jeff thought you would like a little sitting-room of your own," said the old woman behind her.
"Oh, he shouldn't.

He shouldn't!" Doris said.
She stood on the threshold of a sunny room that overlooked the garden with its hedge of lavender and beyond it the orchard with its wealth of ripe apples shining in the sun.

The room had been evidently furnished for her especial use.