And there would have been fresh roses in an old china bowl on the table.

As it was, she asked us all into the parlour and gave us Eiffel Tower lemonade and Marie biscuits.
The chairs in her parlour were 'bent wood', and no flowers, except some wax ones under a glass shade, but she was very kind, and we were very much obliged to her.

We got out to the miller, though, as soon as we could; only Dora and Daisy stayed with her, and she talked to them about her lodgers and about her relations in London.
The miller is a MAN.

He showed us all over the mills--both kinds--and let us go right up into the very top of the wind-mill, and showed us how the top moved round so that the sails could catch the wind, and the great heaps of corn, some red and some yellow (the red is English wheat), and the heaps slice down a little bit at a time into a square hole and go down to the mill-stones.

The corn makes a rustling soft noise that is very jolly--something like the noise of the sea--and you can hear it through all the other mill noises.
Then the miller let us go all over the water-mill.