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e is superfluous--and achieving pleasure for others, and comfort and a livelihood for himself, at one and the same time. I know of nothing which is so typical or so significant in all the Village as this new urge toward good craftsmanship, elementary poetic design,--the fundamentals of a utilitarian, beautiful and pervading art life apart from clay or canvas. The capitol of the Village shifts a bit from time to time, as befits so flexible, so fluid a community. Just at the present writing, it is at Sheridan Square that you will find it most colourfully and picturesquely represented. Tomorrow, no man may be able to say whence it has flitted. You will find much golden sunshine in Sheridan Square--not the approved atmosphere of Bohemia, yet the real thing nevertheless. It is a broad, clean, brazen sort of sunshine--a sunshine that should say, "See me work! See me shine! See me show up the least last ugliness or smallness or humbleness, and glorify it to something Village-like and picturesque!" When you leave the sunny square, you will enter the oddest little court in all New York; it has not to my knowledge any name, but it is the general address of enough tea shops and studios and Village haunts to stock an entire neighbourhood. The buildings are old--old, and, of course, of wood. These artist folk have metamorphosed the shabby and dilapidated structures into charming places. Following the sign of deep blue with yellow letters which indicates that this is the place where the Hand-Painted Wooden Toys are made, you must climb in the sunshine up the outside staircase, which looks as though it had been put up for scaffolding purposes and then forgotten. Pausing on the rickety stairway and looking out beyond the crazy little court and over the drowsy Square, you will have a great deal of difficulty in believing that you left your cable car about a minute and a half before. Pass on up the stairs. You may nearly fall over the black-and-white feline which belongs to no one in any of the buildings, but which haunts them all like an unquiet ghost, and which is known by everyone as the Crazy Cat; so to the door of the studio-workshop where the toys are made. [Illustration: PATCHIN PLACE. One of the strange little "lost courts" given over to the Villagers and their pursuits.] And have you ever seen anything quite like that workshop? A little light studio full of colour and the smell of paint. On one side blue-green
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