Chapter 9 - (VERSO)

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house where she was born would seem a poor abode after the splendours of her aunt’s home. Old Man Shaw walked through his little garden and looked at everything with new eyes. How poor and simple everything was! How sagging and weather-beaten the old house! He went in, and up-stairs to Sara’s room. It was neat and clean, just as she had left it ye three years ago. But it was small and dark; the ceiling was discoloured th discoloured, the furniture old-fashioned and shabby.; she would think it a poor, mean place. Even the