So let's go and see." The dining-room opened out of the kitchen.

It looked much darker than the kitchen when they went in with the one candle.

Because the kitchen was whitewashed, but the dining-room was dark wood from floor to ceiling, and across the ceiling there were heavy black beams.

There was a muddled maze of dusty furniture--the breakfast-room furniture from the old home where they had lived all their lives.

It seemed a very long time ago, and a very long way off.
There was the table certainly, and there were chairs, but there was no supper.
"Let's look in the other rooms," said Mother; and they looked.