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"This is the lounge," said Mrs. Merivale as if she were saying a lesson.

"And what a lovely view of the garden," said Jane, feeling herself getting sillier and sillier.

"It is pretty," said Mrs. Merivale, and untwisting her feet she stood up. "And if you look through the glass door you'll see we've a nice lodger."

Jane also got up and looking through the glass door at the far end saw that there was a little veranda where one could sit enjoying the view, but the lodger was not visible.

"This makes a nice room for a gentleman, or a party," said Mrs. Merivale in desperation.

Jane said yes, of course it was and how nice, especially the little green china hearts let into the back of the sideboard.

"And this," Mrs. Merivale continued, opening another door, "is the dining-room, it's all fumed oak, you see; and this would be the sitting-room, with a nice view."

"And what a lovely vase of flowers," said Jane gazing awestruck upon another Elle-figure, this time the face of a rather depraved girl, its flat back glued and hooked to the wall, a bunch of floppy yellow roses in an opening in the top of its head.