The floor was spotted with round, braided mats, such as Marilla made at Green Gables, but which were considered out of date everywhere else, even in Avonlea.

And yet here they were on Spofford Avenue! A big, polished grandfather's clock ticked loudly and solemnly in a corner.

There were delightful little cupboards over the mantelpiece, behind whose glass doors gleamed quaint bits of china.

The walls were hung with old prints and silhouettes.

In one corner the stairs went up, and at the first low turn was a long window with an inviting seat.