She looks rather like you, Mary--not as you look now but as you looked when you came here.

Now you are a great deal fatter and better looking." "So are you," said Mary, and they both laughed.
They went to the Indian room and amused themselves with the ivory elephants.

They found the rose-colored brocade boudoir and the hole in the cushion the mouse had left, but the mice had grown up and run away and the hole was empty.

They saw more rooms and made more discoveries than Mary had made on her first pilgrimage.

They found new corridors and corners and flights of steps and new old pictures they liked and weird old things they did not know the use of.