It'll be all right.' 'I thought we should play ball with queens,' sobbed Jane, 'and have no end of larks! And now everything's going to be perfectly horrid!' The room they were shut up in WAS a room, and not a dungeon, as the elder ones had feared.

That, as Anthea said, was one comfort.

There were paintings on the wall that at any other time would have been most interesting.

And a sort of low couch, and chairs.

When they were alone Jane breathed a sigh of relief.