I feel just like visiting to-night, so I am going to "play like" you
have come. It is so good to have you to chat with. Please be seated in
this low rocker; it is a present to me from the Pattersons and I am
very proud of it. I am just back from the Patterson ranch, and they
have a dear little boy who came the 20th of November and they call him
Robert Lane.

I am sure this room must look familiar to you, for there is so much in
it that was once yours. I have two rooms, each fifteen by fifteen, but
this one on the south is my "really" room and in it are my treasures.
My house faces east and is built up against a side-hill, or should I
say hillside? Anyway, they had to excavate quite a lot. I had them
dump the dirt right before the house and terrace it smoothly. I have
sown my terrace to California poppies, and around my porch, which is
six feet wide and thirty long, I have planted wild cucumbers.

Every log in my house is as straight as a pine can grow. Each room has
a window and a door on the east side, and the south room has two
windows on the south with space between for my heater, which is one of
those with a grate front so I can see the fire burn. It is almost as
good as a fireplace. The logs are unhewed outside because I like the
rough finish, but inside the walls are perfectly square and smooth. The
cracks in the walls are snugly filled with "daubing" and then the walls
are covered with heavy gray building-paper, which makes the room very
warm, and I really like the appearance. I had two rolls of wall-paper
with a bold rose pattern. By being very careful I was able to cut out
enough of the roses, which are divided in their choice of color as to
whether they should be red, yellow, or pink, to make a border about
eighteen inches from the ceiling. They brighten up the wall and the
gray paper is fine to hang pictures upon. Those you have sent us make