Marilla and I cleared everything out of the spare room yesterday.

Do you know, I hated to do it?
Of course, it was silly--but it did seem as if we were committing sacrilege.

That old spare room has always seemed like a shrine to me.

When I was a child I thought it the most wonderful apartment in the world.

You remember what a consuming desire I had to sleep in a spare room bed--but not the Green Gables spare room.