For the first room she came to was a sort of kitchen or scullery. There was a large, old-fashioned range there that was still alight but smouldering rather than blazing. Seven sets of identical white night dresses were drying on a line in front of it, while to the left a stack of day-work aprons were neatly folded ready for use. Plain enamel tea cups were draining on a rack next to a sink, the tap of which was still dripping.