The whitewashed walls were so painfully bare and staring that she thought they must ache over their own bareness.

The floor was bare, too, except for a round braided mat in the middle such as Anne had never seen before.

In one corner was the bed, a high, old-fashioned one, with four dark, low-turned posts.

In the other corner was the aforesaid three-corner table adorned with a fat, red velvet pin-cushion hard enough to turn the point of the most adventurous pin.

Above it hung a little six-by-eight mirror.