Summary writing with suitable title"Is a slightly smaller house not available?"she asked Father, we do not have enough curtainsfor this place. And the furniture seems a littleinadequate. Why did they have to plan the kitchen atsuch a distance from the dining room? It is like doinga route march. And who is going to help me keep thisplace clean and dusted?"Her misgivings and objections wereundoubtedly valid. But, seeing our crestfallen faces,she sighed and gave in. We made extravagantpromises to help in the household chores. Keep ourrooms tidy. Put away our toys and books. She smiledwith amused disbelief, her mind already working outhow many metres of curtaircloth would be neededand so on.Within a fortnight we had settled so well at 3Mac Pherson Road that it felt as if we had been livingthere all our lives. The bungalow was surrounded byan acre and half of land. For my brothers, myself andour two year-old Labrador, Rex, this kind of spacewas paradise, densely packed as it was with bamboothickest, bougainvillea, jasmine, and wild rosebushes. There were enough trees to climb---mango,jamun, tamarind, neem. Enough space to play hideand seek, cricket, seven stones and other noisy games.It was a friendly garden but I always felt that it hada mysterious air as if it was watching us; as if it knewsomething that we did not.​