You may climb and look into the attic, as Jess liked to hear me call my tiny garret-room.

I am stiffer now than in the days when I lodged with Jess during the summer holiday I am trying to bring back, and there is no need for me to ascend.

Do not laugh at the newspapers with which Leeby papered the garret, nor at the yarn Hendry stuffed into the windy holes.

He did it to warm the house for Jess.

But the paper must have gone to pieces and the yarn rotted decades ago.
I have kept the kitchen for the last, as Jamie did on the dire day of which I shall have to tell.