Large black presses were standing against the wall, looking as if they were full of everything.

It wasn't exactly a lumber room, but a kind of place where very particular old things had been put away.

A rocking-cradle in a corner caught their eyes.
"I wonder if Granny was rocked in it!" said Terry.
"She would have to be very little," said Turly dubiously.
"Of course she was little.

I can quite fancy Gran'ma little.

Some people must have been born grown-up.