““The wallpaper was, as Morven had promised, pink, with little rosettes trailing up and down, and the bedspread and all the pillows were also pink, although nearer a blush than the sickly magenta doilies on the desk. When Ismay spotted the wildflowers in the corner, she exclaimed. Morven had made them sound like a few spare blooms, but this vase overflowed with every sort of blossom she could imagine.””
