" The most beautiful place! it is quit alone, standing well back from the road, quite three miles from the village. It makes me think of English places that you read about, for there are hedges and walls and gates that lock, and lots of separate little houses for the gardeners and people.
" It was a nursery first and then a playroom and gymnasium, i should judge; for the windows and barred for the little children, and there are rings and things in the walls. The paint and paper look as if a boys' school had used it. It is stripped off the paper in great patches all around he head of my bed, about as far as i can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper life.
" It is fortunate Mary is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby! And yet i cannot be with him, it makes m so nervous.