—yes, that was small, and the top of it sloped because the attic stairs went up over it. I took a look into the guest-chamber; but that was dismal and chilly, and I shut the door quick and went back to the small room. There was a west window, and there was a south window, and that would make it awfully hot in summer; but there was a good place for the desk, with a gas jet right over it, and that was something. Then I went to my room.
When I got there, I stood and stared around. It was the southeast room, and the biggest room on that floor. I had built in my book-shelves, and made a large square table against the wall, to draw on, and I had everything just the way I wanted it. I surely had taken a lot of comfort in that room.
I looked it over, and then I went and 'peak another sight at the southwest room, and mentally laid it out all over; and then I went back and tumbled my books onto the floor and got a hammer and started to knock off the top shelf. Then I stopped and thought for a while, and then I put the books back.
I went into the southwest room and gathered
