“Not that I know of,” Maida answered. “Now let me show you the rest of the place. You’ve been so busy looking at the ocean that you haven’t noticed there’s a tennis court and a croquet-ground just below.” The five excited faces peered out of the open window down through the tree branches and there was, indeed, a great cleared velvety lawn with wickets and stakes at one end and a tennis court marked in white kalsomine at the other. “Now,” Maida said, “come into the house. Oh I forgot to tell you that I call this tree Father Time because it’s the oldest one on the place. It’s too bad that I named all these things years ago because you could have had the fun of naming them too.” “But I like all your names, Maida,” Dicky declared. Climbing down the narrow stairs, Maida conducted them through the two rooms of the Annex which lay between the Tree Room and the Little House. The tiny procession marched first into the kitchen which was the second of these rooms--a big sunny room, the walls painted a deep blue and hanging against them great pans and platters of brass and copper. From the kitchen, they entered the dining room; a big room also which ran the entire width of the house all doors and windows on the western side. A long, wide table in the center; chairs along the walls; and a pair of mahogany sideboards facing each other from the ends--these were its furnishings. They passed through a door on the eastern wall. “Now,” Maida said, “we are in the original house. This used to be the old kitchen. Now it’s the living room. Look at the great fireplace with the oven at one side. This big wooden shovel was used to put the pans of bread in and to take them out. See how sweet all the old paneling is! That’s been here from the beginning and the old H hinges and the old butterfly hinges! And these darling little closets! And those big old beams with the spatter work on them. Father had this great fender built around the fireplace so that the little children couldn’t fall into it when there’s a fire.” “Are we going to have fires in that enormous place?” Rosie asked. “I wish the temperature would fall to below zero,” Laura declared recklessly. “I should think it would take four-foot logs,” Arthur had been examining the fireplace. Crouching down he had even walked into it; stared up into the chimney. “It does,” Maida informed him proudly. “Oh, there, Rosie,” she pointed to a little triangular brass object on the hearth, “is a trivet!” Rosie pounced on it. “It looks like a brass cricket! What’s it for?” “To put the tea pot on, close to the fire so it will keep hot.” Out of the living room through the northern door they came into one of the two smaller front rooms. The walls were lined with books. And here was a big table with a reading lamp, a desk, a few comfortable chairs. “This is the library,” Maida announced proudly.