race 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
our room very attractive. The woodwork is stained a walnut brown, oil
finish, and the floor is stained and oiled just like it. In the corners
by the stove and before the windows we take our comfort.

From some broken bamboo fishing-rods I made frames for two screens.
These I painted black with some paint that was left from the buggy, and
Gavotte fixed the screens so they will stay balanced, and put in
casters for me. I had a piece of blue curtain calico and with
brass-headed tacks I put it on the frame of Jerrine's screen, then I
mixed some paste and let her decorate it to suit herself on the side
that should be next her corner. She used the cards you sent her. Some
of the people have a suspiciously tottering appearance, perhaps not so
very artistic, but they all mean something to a little girl whose
small fingers worked patiently to attain satisfactory results. She has
a set of shelves on which her treasures of china are arranged. On the
floor is a rug made of two goatskins dyed black, a present from
Gavotte, who heard her admiring Zebbie's bearskin. She has a tiny red
rocking-chair which she has outgrown, but her rather dilapidated family
of dolls use it for an automobile. For a seat for herself she has a
small hassock that you gave me, and behind the blue screen is a world
apart.

My screen is made just like Jerrine's except that the cover