There might have been an evanescent hint of flitting draperies and inexperienced feet in it, but for the sake of living and working in such a location as Miss Linda describes, I would gladly cut my residence to a workroom and a sleeping room and kitchen." "Won't do," said Linda.

"A house is not a house in California without a furnace and a bathroom.

We are cold as blue blazes here when the sun goes down and the salty fog creeps up from the sea, and the icy mist rolls down from the mountains to chill our bones; and when it has not rained for six months at a stretch, your own private swimming pool is a comfort.

This to add verisimilitude to what everyone else in Lilac Valley is going to tell you." "I hadn't thought I would need a fire," said Peter, "and I was depending on the ocean for my bathtub.

I am particularly fond of a salt rub." So far, Eileen had not deigned to enter the conversation.