"There is the green room, the best bedroom in my house," said the Innkeeper.
There was absolute silence in the green room when he paused.
The unhappy girl, the red and green room, the smell of mutton—creeping!
There were no books in the green room—at least, there were none she cared for.
My parents' bed stood in the green room with the bright carpet.
"Ask the two gentlemen ...