I remember that Uncle Peabody called it "the houseltree." We had greased paper on the windows for a time after we moved until the sash came.

Aunt Deel had made rag carpets for the parlor and the bedroom which opened off it.

Our windows looked down into the great valley of the St.Lawrence, stretching northward thirty miles or more from our hilltop.

A beautiful grove of sugar maples stood within a stone's throw of the back door.
What a rustic charm in the long slant of the green hill below us with its gray, mossy boulders and lovely thorn trees! It was, I think, a brighter, pleasanter home than that we had left.

It was built on the cellar of one burned a few years before.