Different parts of that garret gradually, in her mind, came to have names of their own.

In the bright spot, under the north window, was Home, where she and the dolls and David--when the cat could be coaxed from prowlings and mouse hunts to quiet and slumber--lived and dined and entertained and were ill or well or happy or frightened, according to the day's imaginative happenings.

Sometimes Home was a castle, sometimes a Swiss Family Robinson cave, sometimes a store which transacted business after the fashion of Hamilton and Company.

And in other more or less fixed spots and corners were Europe, to which the family voyaged occasionally; Niagara Falls--Mrs.Bailey's honeymoon had been spent at the real Niagara; the King's palace; the den of the wicked witch; Sherwood Forest; and Jordan, Marsh and Company's store in Boston.
Jimmie Bacheldor liked the garret well enough, but imagination was not his strongest quality and the best parlor had more charms for him.
In that parlor were the trophies of Captain Shadrach's seafaring days--whales' teeth, polished and with pictures of ships upon them; the model of a Chinese junk; a sea-turtle shell, flippers, head and all, exactly like a real turtle except, as Mary-'Gusta said, 'it didn't have any works'; a glass bottle with a model of the bark Treasure Seeker inside; an Eskimo lance with a bone handle and an ivory point; a cocoanut carved to look like the head and face of a funny old man; a Cuban machete; and a set of ivory chessmen with Chinese knights and kings and queens, all complete and set out under a glass cover.
The junk and the lance and the machete and the rest had a fascination for Jimmie, as they would have had for most boys, but for him the parlor's strongest temptation lay in the fact that the children were forbidden to play there.

Zoeth and the Captain, having been brought up in New England families of the old-fashioned kind, revered their parlor as a place too precious for use.