I have on the ground floor of the main building a fair sized
salon, into which the front door opens directly. Over that I have a
long, narrow bed-room and dressing-room, and above that, in the eaves, a
sort of attic work-shop. In an attached, one-story addition with a
gable, at the west of the salon, I have a library lighted from both east
and west. Behind the salon on the west side I have a double room which
serves as dining and breakfast-room, with a guest-chamber above. The
kitchen, at the north side of the salon, has its own gable, and there is
an old stable extending forward at the north side, and an old grange
extending west from the dining-room. It is a jumble of roofs and
chimneys, and looks very much like the houses I used to combine from my
Noah's Ark box in the days of my babyhood.
All the rooms on the ground floor are paved in red tiles, and the
staircase is built right in the salon. The ceilings are raftered. The
cross-beam in the salon fills my soul with joy--it is over a foot wide
and a foot and a half thick. The walls and the rafters are painted
green,--my color,--and so good, by long trial, for my eyes and my
nerves, and my disposition.
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