ABSTRACT
“If Cook were any good,” Erica said, “she might have shown up and helped us with the move.” She looked disgustedly at the round, centre table piled with crockery and cooking utensils and the half-open trunks erupting with possessions alien to the pink and green room. The room resented them; self-sufficient, it was already filled to capacity with solid, highly polished furniture. The shelves of the carved sideboard were stacked with ornamental china, and a quite remarkable collection of china teapots occupied fretwork shelves placed at intervals around the walls.
