She went into the bedroom, took all the bedclothes off, and laid a pea on the bedstead; then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses.
There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.
Mrs Forrester looked at us from time to time with an air of conscious triumph; but then she had not to pass through Darkness Lane before she could bury herself beneath her own familiar bed-clothes.