She was dressed, with the exception of her shoes.

Softly she advanced to the foot of the stairs which led to the floor above.
"They are partly my stairs," she said to herself, as she paused for a moment at the bottom of the step.

"Ralph told me that he considered the place as much mine as his, and I have a right to go up.

I cannot go to sleep without seeing what is up here.

I never imagined such a third floor as this one." In less than a minute, Miriam was slowly creeping along the next floor of the house, which was indeed an odd one.