wallpaper

And the usually gruff and unsentimental Lord Fredrick Ashton was discussing wallpaper with Mrs. Clarke and cheerily picking baby names, and with a full moon coming on, too!

It had been many months since the first time she and the children had ventured to the attic and discovered the ominous landscape that had been painted there, then hidden beneath layers of wallpaper.

The moonlight played on the leaf-and-ivy pattern of the carpet and the floral print of the wallpaper.

The mural itself had been damaged in spots by all the wallpapering done over it, so she was not able to make out the artist’s signature.

In fact, we both could cook, paint, wallpaper, sing, and dance—and we did things together.