Here there are curtains 'way up and sunshine, and flowers in pots, and magazines, and cozy nooks with cushions everywhere; and books that you've just been reading laid down.

(_All_ Father's books are in bookcases, _always_, except while one's in your hands being read.) Grandpa's other daughter, Mother's sister, Hattie, lives here and keeps house for Grandpa.

She has a little boy named Lester, six years old; and her husband is dead.

They were away for what they called a week-end when we came, but they got here a little after we did Monday afternoon; and they're lovely, too.
The house is a straight-up-and-down one with a back and front, but no sides except the one snug up to you on the right and left.

And there isn't any yard except a little bit of a square brick one at the back where they have clothes and ash barrels, and a little grass spot in front at one side of the steps, not big enough for our old cat to take a nap in, hardly.