The wall paper was white and pale pink in stripes, and on the pink were little handled baskets filled with tiny flowers of different colours.

We sewed the rags for the carpet ourselves, and it was the prettiest thing.

One stripe was wide, all gray, brown, and dull colours, and the other was pink.

There were green blinds and lace curtains here also, and nice braided rugs that all of us worked on of winter evenings.

Everything got spicker and spanner each day.
Mother said there was no use in putting down a carpet in a dining-room where you constantly fed a host, and the boys didn't clean their feet as carefully as they should in winter; but there were useful rags where they belonged, and in our bedroom opening from it also.