"One may as well begin with Helen's letters to her sister.
HOWARD'S END.
Tuesday.
DEAREST MEG,
It isn't going to be what we expected. It is old and little, and
altogether delightful-red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it
is, and the dear knows what will happen when Paul (younger
son) arrives tomorrow. From hall you go right or left into
dining-room or drawing-room. Hall itself is practically a
room. You open another door in it, and there are the
stairs going up in a sort of tunnel to the first-floor. Three
bed-rooms in a row there, and three attics in a row above.
That isn't all the house really, but it's all that one notices-
nine windows as you look up from the front garden."
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