Not a thing; was lacking, from the pretty upright piano to the enameled clock ticking upon the mantel.
The dining-room was a picture, indeed, with stained-glass windows casting their soft lights through the draperies and the side-board shining with silver and glass.

There was a cellarette in one corner, the Major noticed, and it was well stocked.
Beyond was a pantry with well filled shelves and then the kitchen--this last filled with every article that could possibly be needed.

In a store-room were enough provisions to stock a grocery-store and Patsy noted with amazement that there was ice in the refrigerator, with cream and milk and butter cooling beside it.
They felt now as if they were intruding in some fairy domain.

It was all exquisite, though rather tiny; but such luxury was as far removed from the dingy rooms they had occupied as could well be imagined.

The Major coughed and ahemmed continually; Patsy ah'd and oh'd and seemed half frightened; Uncle John walked after them silently, but with a pleased smile that was almost childish upon his round and rugged face.
Across the hall were three chambers, each with a separate bath, while one had a pretty dressing-room added.
"This will be Patsy's room," said the Major, with a vast amount of dignity.
"Of course," said Uncle John.