Premise: The tiny kitchen was hot and stifling .<br>How she longed for the great , roomy kitchen in her old home , with its spotless floors and floods of sunshine streaming in through the maples outside .<br>There was room to live and breathe there , and from the door one looked out over green wind-rippled meadows , under a glorious arch of pure blue sky , away to the purple hills in the distance .
Hypothesis: The green wind-rippled meadows are reminiscent of jolly old England.