″‘Tell me, Cricket, who you may be?’
‘I am the Talking-Cricket, and I have lived in this room a hundred years and more.’
‘Now, however, this room is mine,’ said the puppet, ‘and if you would do me a pleasure go away at once, without even turning around.’
‘I will not go,’ answered the Cricket, ‘until I have told you a great truth.‘”
“I told Ma once the Howards had a room just for company, a room just for books, and a room just for plants, and she said that was three rooms too many. First time I ever saw any envy in my ma.”
“Should I seek out some tree? Should I desert these form rooms and libraries, and the broad yellow page in which I read Catullus, for woods and fields? Should I walk under beech trees, or saunter along the river bank, where the trees meet united like lovers in the water?”
“The room was misery and chaos: small babies wailing, parents huddling their bodies round their children to keep them warm enough to breathe. Will rubbed his chill hands together, and tried to feel his feet and his face through the numbness of cold. The room was becoming colder and colder, and from the freezing world outside there was no sound even of the wind. ”
″ ‘There is a tiger in my room,’ said Frances. ‘Did it bite you?’ said Father. ‘No’, said Frances. ‘Dd he scratch you?’ said Mother. ‘No,’ said Frances. ‘Then he is a friendly tiger’, said Father. ‘He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.’ ”
“Tom had never seen the like. He had never been in gentlefolk’s rooms but when the carpets were all up, and the curtains down, and the furniture huddled together under a cloth, and the pictures covered with aprons and dusters; and he had often enough wondered what the rooms were like when they were all ready for the quality to sit in. And now he saw, and he thought the sight was very pretty.”
″‘Hmmm...’ the doorman said. ‘You’re back in your room, I see.’
‘Yes,’ said Pluck. ‘I’m back in my own room. And you can take Mrs. Brightner’s things with you if you like.’
‘So... I hope you’re going to keep your room clean from now on,’ the doorman said sternly.
‘Oh, yes, I’ll make sure of it,’ said Pluck.”
“TV is in the drawing room
I always have to watch it with a parasol in case there’s some sort of glare
And oh my Lord when its fight night Nanny is absolutely wild and we have to scamper into our places and get ready”
“Fairy Bread
Come up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat,
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of the pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.”
“These rooms ought to belong only to us. Oh, how fallen in their destination! How unworthily occupied! An ancient family to be so driven away! Strangers filling their place!”