The best sitting room at Manor Farm was a good, long, dark-panelled room with a high chimney-piece, and a capacious chimney, up which you could have driven one of the new patent cabs, wheels and all. At the upper end of the room, seated in a shady bower of holly and evergreens, were the two best fiddlers, and the only harp, in all Muggleton. In all sorts of recesses, and on all kinds of brackets, stood massive old silver candlesticks with four branches each. The carpet was up, the candles burnt bright, the fire blazed and crackled on the hearth, and merry voices and light-hearted laughter range through the room
Positively ponderous, I tell you!
===Charles Dickens (from The Pickwick Papers of course)
I shall one day have a capacious chimney and branchy candlesticks. You watch. Ho, ho!
About PB Rippey
Writer, wife, mother, grateful. Fiction, memoir, poetry, kidlit (MG), member SCBWI.
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