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[Who knows how high the walls are, but they're crowded in books. There's a roaring fire in a huge fireplace, and a couple of couches. Despite the dim lighting, however, there's an an itty-bitty girl in soft pink footie pajamas crawling along the hardwood floor.]
[Well. Scooting, really. The floor gives her no traction to get across. Not that she's very deterred. There's a bearskin rug on the opposite side of the room, and she's determined to get to it.]