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.
A garret, and a Marshalsea garret without compromise, was Little Dorrit's room.
She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat.
The three had risen, and their heads were together when he came back to the garret.
Sacred to the bare walls of his garret be the mysteries of his interior dress!
It was a hot summer afternoon, and the great play-room in the garret was deserted.