"Have I ever seen it before?" asked Jem, glancing slowly round.
"Yes," said Flora; "you saw it last night—in your mind. Don't you remember it?"
Jem shook her head.
"I feel as if I did, but—"
"Why," said Flora, laughing, "it's my room, the one you read about last night."
"So it is," said Jem. "But how did you come here?"
"I can't tell you that; I myself don't know. But I am here, and so"—rather mysteriously—"are a great many other things."
"Are they?" said Jem, very much interested. "What things? Burned things?
I was just wondering—"
"Not only burned things," said Flora, nodding. "Just come with me and
I'll show you something."
She led the way out of the room and down a little passage with several doors in each side of it, and she opened one door and showed Jem what was on the other side of it. That was a room, too, and this time it was funny as well as pretty. Both floor and walls were padded with rose color, and the floor was strewn with toys. There were big soft balls, rattles, horses, woolly dogs, and a doll or so; there was one low cushioned chair and a low table.