I am going upstairs, to my room." She smiled, kissed her, opened the parlour door, pushed her in, and ran up the broad staircase.

Not to her own room, though, but along the quiet corridor leading to the green baize door.

The key of that door was in her pocket; she opened it, locked it behind her, and was shut up with the, as yet, invisible Mr.Richards.
Eeny practised conscientiously three hours.

It was then nearly five o'clock, and the afternoon sun was dropping low in the level sky.

She rose up, closed the piano, and went in search of her sister.