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Jims tried the door of the blue room. Yes, it was locked. He had hoped Aunt Augusta _might_ have forgotten to lock it; but when did Aunt Augusta forget anything? Except, perhaps, that little boys were not born grown-ups -- and _that_ was something she never remembered. To be sure, she was only a half-aunt. Whole aunts probably had more convenient memories.
Jims turned and stood with his back against the door. It was better that way; he could not imagine things behind him then. And the blue room was so big and dim that a dreadful number of things could be imagined in it. All the windows were shuttered but one, and that one was so darkened by a big pine tree branching right across it that it did not let in much light.