She was only nine then, and now she was nearly twenty, and there were the curtains, as new-looking now, she was sure, as the day they had been put up. Mrs. Ramsay had been inclined to pick a blue red, but Rose’s father had had his heart set on a real blue, and he had brought Mrs. Ramsay around to his way of thinking. He was very proud of his victory. He and Rose rejoiced over it. He promised Rose that when the curtains were put up he would somehow get Rose into the house to see them. He wanted Rose to see the big dining room, too, and the big wide front hall that had a fireplace in it. He had not been upstairs, but he told Rose he could imagine the rooms up there — how nice they must be, all fully furnished.