Corona found the good man at home, and in her most business-like manner
presented her points.

"Got any plan in yer own head?" asked the builder, hearing her in
silence. In silence Corona laid before him the paper which had cost her
so much toil.

It was headed in her clear black hand:

PLAN
FOR A SMALL BUT HAPPY
HOME

This was

[Illustration: CORONA'S PLAN]

"Well," said the builder, after a silence,--"well, I've seen worse."

"Thank you," said Corona, faintly.

"How does she set?" asked the builder.

"Who set?" said Corona, a little wildly. She could think of nothing that
set but hens.

"Why, the house. Where's the points o' compass?"

"I hadn't thought of those," said Corona.