In the northwestern corner of the garden were the stables and carriage-house opening upon a narrow lane.
You may imagine that I made an early visit to that locality to inspect Gypsy.

Indeed, I paid her a visit every half-hour during the first day of my arrival.

At the twenty-fourth visit she trod on my foot rather heavily, as a reminder, probably, that I was wearing out my welcome.

She was a knowing little pony, that Gypsy, and I shall have much to say of her in the course of these pages.
Gypsy's quarters were all that could be wished, but nothing among my new surroundings gave me more satisfaction than the cosey sleeping apartment that had been prepared for myself.

It was the hall room over the front door.
I had never had a chamber all to myself before, and this one, about twice the size of our state-room on board the Typhoon, was a marvel of neatness and comfort.