I am not going to have such as he in Charlie's room.
Jessie is to have it, and it's about time, I think, that your daughter had a bed and a room fit for her to sleep in," she added scathingly.
Harry Lang did not care in the least whether Jessie had or had not a bed, or if she slept on the doorstep; but he cared very much about his friend, and he meant to have his own way.

But though he stormed, and bullied, and even struck his wife, he found her, for the first time, as firm as adamant, and quite as indifferent to him.
His orders meant nothing to her, and the change in her impressed him very much.
So Jessie, for the first time since she left Springbrook, had a real bedroom again, and a place she could call her own.

She did not quite like using it, but she felt that her mother wished it.

Mrs.Lang would have liked to keep the little room always sacred to the memory of him who had spent most of his little life in it, but rather Jessie should have it than that it should be desecrated by a betting, drinking, gambling stranger, who would pollute it, she felt, by his presence! So Jessie and her possessions were installed.

It was not a long business, for her belongings were very few.