Aunt Esme had arranged for all my things to be brought from my home in Bywater to this place. They don't look right here. Somehow seeing my things from home- blankets, pictures, toys, books placed in this guestroom seems all wrong.
Aunt Esme, she set it up a lot like my real room. She led me in with some ceremony, covered my eyes with her broad hands, and said "surprise!" as chipper as you like as she uncovered my eyes. She smiled and the like, as if she expected me to be delighted and thankful. I said nothing.
"Well, do you like it?" she asked. "Doesn't it look just like home?"
What a laugh! I told her that it looked like a guestroom.
I think I said this too harshly. Her face fell as if I had punched her. Even though I knew I had hurt her, I did not apologize. Why should I? My parents are dead. If my life can be mean, why can't I?
Frodo.
