We must scatter some of those sweet little Italian ornaments about, Gilbert.

You won't know the place when I have done with it.

I am going to take you all in hand and bring you up-to-date." Her keen dark eyes rested upon her step-daughter with a smile of peculiar meaning.

Sylvia met them with the utmost directness.
"We like simplicity," she said.
Mrs.Ingleton pursed her lips, "Oh, but there is simplicity and simplicity! Give me warmth, homeliness, and plenty of pretty things.

This place is archaically cold--quite like a convent.