every bedroom. My friends laugh at the little fat pincushions on my
writing-tables, but when they are covered with a bit of the chintz or
tapestry or brocade of the room they are very pretty, and I am sure pins
are as necessary on the writing-table as on the dressing-table.

[Illustration: MISS MARBURY'S BEDROOM]

Another thing I like on every writing-table is a clear glass bowl of
dried rose petals, which gives the room the faintest spicy fragrance.
There is also a little bowl of just the proper color to hold pens and
clips and odds and ends. I get as much pleasure from planning these
small details as from the planning of the larger furniture of the room.

The house was very simple, you see, and very small, and so when the time
came to leave it we had grown to love every inch of it. You can love a
small house so completely! But we couldn't forgive the skyscrapers
encroaching on our supply of sunshine, and we really needed more room,
and so we said good-by to our beloved old house and moved into a new
one. Now we find ourselves in danger of loving the new one as much as
the old. But that is another story.




IV

THE LITTLE HOUSE OF MANY MIRRORS


One walks the streets of New York and receives the fantastic impression