Seven, you just triggered some very good memories for me. One of the few worldly friends I was allowed to have (for a short time until her family moved away) had an aunt who owned a large house on Narragansett Bay. I was allowed to go with my friend to visit her several times, and I well remember spending summer evenings in her large living room--French doors open to the sound of the surf--where we would play cribbage and canasta.
I didn't even try to witness to them (those were my evil years, I guess).