Dump - a Plain Girl by L.T. Meade

Of course, my step-mother made a great change in the house. I cannot exactly describe how things were gradually altered, and how the desolate old mansion became a habitable and cheerful home. But it certainly was completely metamorphosed. The old regime with regard to fires was the first change. Mrs Grant said that such a big, empty, rambling place must be kept thoroughly warmed in winter. Accordingly, in the dining-room a fire always blazed, and was kept well piled up with solid lumps of shining black coal of the very best Silkstone, which Hannah would never dream of affording in the old days. Then into my bedroom and into the boys' bedroom were introduced wonderful new gas-stoves, which gave not the slightest smell, but which could be lit at a moment's notice, and would make the bedrooms thoroughly warm and comfortable.

But I no longer slept in my attic. I had struggled hard against Mrs Grant's wish to move me into another part of the house, but in the end I yielded, and now I had a pretty room, brightly papered and nicely furnished, on the floor just above the drawing-room.