And there's that chest of drawers.

Your things will have to stay in the trunks, as far as I can see, and then you might as well sleep on them.

It would give you more room!" With which stroke of sarcasm, Annette returned to the angry unpacking of her mistress's bag.
"I must buy a wardrobe," said Connie, looking round her in perplexity.
"Never mind, Annette, I can easily buy one." It was now Nora's turn to colour.
"You mustn't do that," she said firmly.

"Father wouldn't like it.

We'll find something.