I lot of my trouble is locating where some things are. I would like to be able to ask young Thomas but I hardly see him and when I do he is speechless. Then, when I ask William, he becomes impatient. He actually was mad at me this morning for asking where the billows were for the fireplace. It surprised me and I tried not to cry. William just walked out of the house and I did not see him until later that day. I think he spent the time in his laboratory.
He was apologetic that evening and declared that my room was ready. He has made up a room at the end of the house. It is a very pretty room that captures the evening light and looks down on the grove of trees leading to the pond. It also has its own little fireplace in it. William has selected several antique chairs and other fine furniture from the attic. He has also hung a grand looking mirror on the wall. William said they were just some extra furnishings that were kept in the attic. I have never had such pretty things that I could call my own and feel very much like a princess.
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