6z FLIGHT FROM THE CITY 



The house on the place which we purchased when 

 we moved to the country twelve years ago our pres- 

 ent home is not on the same place was in part very 

 old. Hewn timbers, fitted together with wooden pins, 

 had been used in the construction of one part of the 

 building. The newer section must have been added 

 many years later, since the timbers were regulation 

 stuff. In addition, this new section must have at one 

 time been a separate building, because the ceilings in 

 the two sections were of different heights with the 

 floor levels of the second story varying correspond- 

 ingly. The entrance was at one side of the house and 

 the front door decorated with a stupid little porch. 

 Study of the lines of the building led us to the con- 

 clusion that the door would have to be shifted to 

 the center and the window in the center moved to 

 where the door was. The front porch, we decided, 

 was an anachronism which had no place in our picture 

 of the sort of house we wanted. At the back was a 

 door which for some unknown reason opened into the 

 thin air with a sheer drop of three feet to the ground. 

 There were partitions inside where openings should 

 have been, and doors had been cut where there should 

 have been solid walls. 



There was no electricity, no gas, no bathroom, no 

 heating system. There wasn't even a fireplace, some- 

 thing for which we had romantically hungered. The 

 only thing approaching a convenience was an old- 

 fashioned hand suction pump in the kitchen con- 

 nected to an iron sink. But we found out that it didn't 



