The next day i mended clohes in my room. I didn't hear a sound from Madam Crowl's room. I wanted to see the old lady, but my aunt told me to stay in my room. I went downstairs for dinner and then my aunt sent me outside for a walk. The gardens around the house were dark and lonely. I thought of home and cried. That evening I sat in my room again. The candles" were lit and I looked at the pictures in an old book. My door was open and the door to Madam Crowl's room was open