The little boy rushed in, and through the window they could see him hugging his mother, then his eager lips moving and his quick hands pointing.
A lady in soft green clothes came out, spoke kindly to them, and took them into the oddest house they had ever seen.

It was very bare, there were no ornaments, and yet every single thing was beautiful, from the dresser with its rows of bright china, to the thick squares of Eastern-looking carpet on the floors.

I can't describe that house; I haven't the time.

And I haven't heart either, when I think how different it was from our houses.

The lady took them all over it.