I awoke this morning to see the bright sunshine flooding my garret.
Many's the time I long to be back in the garret—horrid place!
Of course it must be the same thing that made him take to the garret and hide there!
"All her old playthings are up in the garret," he said, as they rose from the table.
It doesn't light anything, and if it did, this is a garret, not a church.