Private Entry
I do not think this situation will be all that bad. The Mansion has a curiousity called a "plothole" that gives one anything one might ask for. I am sure Mr. Crawford is not here. There is a vast library. I have never seen so many books in one place before. I have a room of my own, and while it is not the East Room, it suffices. If I stay in it no body shall find me, unless, perhaps, it is quite by accident. And if I ever get lonely, I shall only have to step out of my room. This Mansion must hold hundreds! Though I have never, and never shall, converse with a cat.
But I know how terribly my aunt Bertram is missing me.
But I know how terribly my aunt Bertram is missing me.