“Up-stairs there is a den quite like my own at home. I do sincerely pity people who haven’t a little sheet-iron stove in their den. No matter how your house is heated, there is a primitive joy that exhales from the little sheet-iron stove on a cold morning or a rainy day which even transcends the comfort of a fireplace. Araminta would not be wholly great if she didn’t have one in a room where the rug and couch are shabby--it would spoil everything if they were not shabby--and the chairs have a pleasant sag in them, suggestive of agreeable family loafing. “Every place where there ought to be there’s a window or a glass door. I never saw so many ways of letting in the breezes and for shutting them off if you want to as this house affords. “I had my choice of two rooms. One is furnished in gray and mauve and has a beautiful view from the sleeping porch. The other is furnished in green with antique mahogany furniture--Napoleon bed, highboy with glass knobs--sewing table and lovely chairs; view from the sleeping porch not quite so good. Now which do you think I chose? “There are dozens of little sanctuaries where one may write or read in pleasant or in tempestuous weather. Ever so many little lookout rest places with bench to invite the soul. There is Tree Top House--way up in an oak tree--a charming little house with a lookout tower in the tree top, where the leaves make an excited pattering of gossip for the visitor. And then the lodge. Why doesn’t everybody have a lodge? Its uses are legion. Such a place for ‘nerves,’ or for pouting, or for reading, or thinking--such a glorious place to slip off from the youngsters and play long sessions of bridge. “Oh, Nerve Cheesewright, why can’t you take a leaf out of Araminta’s book and do some things you want to do? If you were here. But, never mind, I am not going to repine; this place has exactly the effect upon me which I always find at the seashore--a sense of utter detachment from the folks and the things I love--a mere joy in breathing that precludes all sorrow. “Araminta was far too clever to choose too deep solitude for her lodge in a vast wilderness. She needs people and she surely has them.