Perhaps your sister is in some of these smaller rooms.

What are they ?" "Oh, harness rooms, and I know not what," answered Ralph, and then he called out:-- "Miriam!" His voice was of a full, rich tone, and it was echoed from the bare walls and floors.
"If my sister is in the barn at all," said Ralph, "I think she must be on the floor above this, for there is the hay, and the hens' nests, if there are any--" "Oh, let us go up there," said Dora; "that is just where we ought to find her." There was not the least affectation in Dora's delight, as she stood on the wide upper floor of the barn.

Its great haymows rose on either side, not piled to the roof as before, but with enough hay left over from former years to fill the air with that delightful scent of mingled cleanliness and sweetness which belongs to haylofts.

At the back was a wide open door with a bar across it, out of which she saw a far-stretching landscape, rich with varied colors of spring, and through a small side door at the other end of the floor, which there was level with the ground, came a hen, clucking to a brood of black-eyed, downy little chicks, which she was bringing in for the night to the spacious home she had chosen for them.
Whether or not Dora would have enjoyed all this as much had she been alone is a point not necessary to settle, but she was a true country girl, and had loved chickens, barns, and hay from her babyhood up.

She stepped quickly to the open door, and she and Ralph leaned upon the bar and looked out upon the beautiful scene.
"How charming it will be," she said, "for your sister to come here and sit with her reading or sewing.