She opened a small door at the bask of the Tower with the gold key and came in. She liked to spend evenings there. There in the corner of the dark hall a fire always burnt and above it there was a large bell. There was little furniture there. Rosie was never afraid to come to the hall and listen to the sound of the bell.
But the Queen didn’t like it and always described the tower as old and dirty. The Queen didn’t like the fire, the bell or the hall, but she could do nothing about it.