Madame Sherri's Mansion

Today I picked my mother up from her work. She hopped in the car, "Do you want to go out and buy something?" "Why?" "Well, because it's pay day, and I could get you something," she says.
"Do you have your sketchbook?" I ask.
"No."
"Could you go in your office and find one? Because I have pencils, erasers and paints in my bag and it would be fun to go out sketching for a bit."
"No, but we could go up the street and I could buy one and then we could go out to Madame Sherri's Mansion. I've been wanting to drive out there and see it. It's this famous lady's house that burnt down but the stair well is still there. You have to hike a bit to get to it, but it use to be a mansion and if you're up for it, I would like to see it."
"Sounds good."
Moments later, sketchbook in hand, we were off driving to the Vermont New Hampshire border on the quest to find the prominent fashion designer from New York City/Madame of New Hampshire's mansion in the woods.