No wall-paper.

"How funny." She frowned and added, "But it's nice." There was but little furniture, and plenty of room to move about.

"What a love of a mirror." It was of gilt, and it reached from floor to ceiling between the two front windows.

Gravely she looked at herself in the glass.

"Oh, I'm not very excited." The maid reappeared, and said, "Mrs.Crothers asks you to excuse her.
She's sick with a headache this afternoon." "Oh, what a lie!" thought Ethel.