A broad window with leaded panes looked out upon the moor; and over the mantel was another portrait of the stiff, plain little girl who seemed to stare at her more curiously than ever.
"Perhaps she slept here once," said Mary.

"She stares at me so that she makes me feel queer." After that she opened more doors and more.

She saw so many rooms that she became quite tired and began to think that there must be a hundred, though she had not counted them.

In all of them there were old pictures or old tapestries with strange scenes worked on them.

There were curious pieces of furniture and curious ornaments in nearly all of them.
In one room, which looked like a lady's sitting-room, the hangings were all embroidered velvet, and in a cabinet were about a hundred little elephants made of ivory.