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I
remember
what
a
kindly
wink
the
knobs
of
our
big
,
old
bureau
used
to
have
,
and
there
was
one
chair
that
always
seemed
like
a
strong
friend
.
I
used
to
feel
that
if
any
of
the
other
things
looked
too
fierce
I
could
always
hop
into
that
chair
and
be
safe
.
The
furniture
in
this
room
is
no
worse
than
inharmonious
,
however
,
for
we
had
to
bring
it
all
from
downstairs
.
I
suppose
when
this
was
used
as
a
playroom
they
had
to
take
the
nursery
things
out
,
and
no
wonder
!
I
never
saw
such
ravages
as
the
children
have
made
here
.
The
wall-paper
,
as
I
said
before
,
is
torn
off
in
spots
,
and
it
sticketh
closer
than
a
brother
--
they
must
have
had
perseverance
as
well
as
hatred
.
Then
the
floor
is
scratched
and
gouged
and
splintered
,
the
plaster
itself
is
dug
out
here
and
there
,
and
this
great
heavy
bed
which
is
all
we
found
in
the
room
,
looks
as
if
it
had
been
through
the
wars
.
But
I
do
n't
mind
it
a
bit
--
only
the
paper
.
There
comes
John
's
sister
.
Such
a
dear
girl
as
she
is
,
and
so
careful
of
me
!
I
must
not
let
her
find
me
writing
.
She
is
a
perfect
and
enthusiastic
housekeeper
,
and
hopes
for
no
better
profession
.
I
verily
believe
she
thinks
it
is
the
writing
which
made
me
sick
!
But
I
can
write
when
she
is
out
,
and
see
her
a
long
way
off
from
these
windows
.
There
is
one
that
commands
the
road
,
a
lovely
shaded
winding
road
,
and
one
that
just
looks
off
over
the
country
.
A
lovely
country
,
too
,
full
of
great
elms
and
velvet
meadows
.
