In the front of the house there is more garden, and the big fruit garden is at the back.
The man the house belongs to likes new houses, so he built a big one with conservatories and a stable with a clock in a turret on the top, and he left the Moat House.

And Albert's uncle took it, and my father was to come down sometimes from Saturday to Monday, and Albert's uncle was to live with us all the time, and he would be writing a book, and we were not to bother him, but he would give an eye to us.

I hope all this is plain.

I have said it as short as I can.
We got down rather late, but there was still light enough to see the big bell hanging at the top of the house.

The rope belonging to it went right down the house, through our bedroom to the dining-room.