Except for the one window and the door by which she had entered, the four walls, covered with old-fashioned ugly paper, had no openings of any kind.

There could be no attic or empty space above the ceiling because she could hear the rain upon the sloping roof.

She looked under the bed and found nothing but dust.

She looked in the bed, even under the rocking-chair.
"Well, there!" she muttered.

"I said it and I was right.