All her interests were in Seaton, and she became miserable directly if she were away from her native city.
The little Woodwards had never regarded it as much of a treat to go and stay at 10, Abbey Close.

The restraint which the visit necessitated quite neutralized the afternoon at the cinema with which their aunt invariably entertained them.

The fine old Chippendale furniture had to be treated with a respect not meted out to the chairs and tables at home, boots must be scrupulously wiped on the door-mat, bedrooms left tidy, and books and ornaments were to be held altogether sacred from the ravages of prying young fingers.
Winona had taken up her residence there with somewhat the feeling of a novice entering a nunnery.

She was not quite sure how she and Aunt Harriet were going to get on.

To her great relief, however, things turned out better than she expected.