The house and grounds were dry enough in summer, but decidedly damp in winter.

Therefore, the widow went to a flat in London, as a rule, for the season of fogs.

But this winter she had made up her mind--so she told Lucy--to remain in her own little castle and brave the watery humors of the marshes.
"I can always keep fires burning in every room," said Mrs.Jasher, when she had removed her guest's hat and had settled her for a confidential talk on the sofa.

"And after all, my dear, there is no place like home." The room was small, and Mrs.Jasher was small, so she suited her surroundings excellently.

Also, the widow had the good taste to furnish it sparsely, instead of crowding it with furniture; but what furniture there was could not be improved upon.