along an uncarpeted entry to a door at the end, from which, by a
couple of steps, they went down into a square room; round three sides
of which, ran a shelf, on which stood rows of wash-bowls and pitchers.
Above were hooks for towels. Katy perceived that this was the much-
dreaded wash-room.

"Our lavatory," remarked Mrs. Florence blandly.

Opening from the wash-room was a very long hall, lighted at each end
by a window. The doors on either side were numbered "one, two, three,"
and so on. Some of them were half open; as they went by, Katy and
Clover caught glimpses of girls and trunks, and beds strewed with
things. At No. 6 Mrs. Florence paused.

"Here is the room which I propose to give you," she said.

Katy and Clover looked eagerly about. It was a small room, but the
sun shone in cheerfully at the window. There was a maple bedstead
and table, a couple of chairs, and a row of hooks; that was all,
except that in the wall was set a case of black-handled drawers,
with cupboard-doors above them.

"These take the place of a bureau, and hold your clothes," explained
Mrs. Florence, pulling out one of the drawers. "I hope, when once
you are settled, you will find yourselves comfortable. The rooms
are small; but young people do not require so much space as older
ones. Though, indeed, your elder daughter, Dr. Carr, looks more
advanced and grown-up that I was prepared to find her. What did
you say was her age?"