A mahogany sideboard stood against one wall and was heavily laden with vases and photographs.

Hard lace curtains tinted a deep cream shaded the bow-window.
"This is grim," said Pamela to herself.

"Something must be done.

First of all, I must get them to send me some rugs--they will cover this awful floor--and half a dozen cushions and some curtains and bits of embroidery and some table linen and sheets and things.

Idiot that I was not to bring them with me!...