It was a little sanctum which she and Quenrede had shared in the old days as a kind of studio.

Here they had been allowed to try experiments in poker work, painting, fret-carving, spatter-work, or any other operations which were considered too messy to be performed in the school-room downstairs.

They had loved their "den," as they called it, and had taken a particular pleasure in covering its walls with pictures, cut, most of them, from magazines, and stuck on with glue or paste.

During the occupation of Rotherwood by the "Red Cross," this room had been locked up, and Ingred had imagined that Mr.
Haselford would have had it papered when the rest of the house was decorated.

She was delighted to find it in this untouched condition.