“The orphan girl was very kind and sweet. She was good at writing fantasy stories and she liked gardening flowers. She lived in a manor on a large, gray cobblestone street. In the yard behind the manor there were lots of voilets , daisies, and a row of lemon trees filled with delicous fruit. In the manor there was a spacy room with forget-me-not flowered walls, and another narrowwer room with big, stuffy armchairs and paper chains hanging above. The girl’s room was filled with thick fantasy books and thinner ones she had wrote herself. She had lots of strong oak chairs and spindly maple chairs in her room. She loved to be in her room and think about faraway castles and beautiful princesses with hair long enough to climb.”