A LITTLE PLACE OP ONE'S OWN 

 grown fur/ and that on another the oil painting of your 

 detested landlady, in middle Victorian chignon and the hump 

 of the period, has received a scratch on the nose which no 

 copious application of linseed oil will disguise. We 

 always detest our landlady . . . though not as much as 

 we loathe the tenants who may happen to hire a house 

 of ours. 



At the end of each summer, therefore, we would make 

 elaborate calculations to prove what a great economy it 

 would be to 

 have a little^ 

 place of our 

 own. Finally 

 these plans and de- j 

 sires crystallized into 

 action. When Loki's 

 Grandfather returned 

 from a round of in- 

 spection to the hotel 

 where we were staying in the dis- 

 trict we fancied, and told Loki's ( - 

 Grandmother that he had visited a funny little house 

 with a terrace upon which he "saw her' 7 in his own 

 phraseology she was extremely sceptical. And when 

 we drove down the hill to view his discovery, and were 

 literally dropped from the side road through a per- 

 functory gate into the steepest little courtyard ft is 

 possible to imagine, and she beheld green stains on the 

 rough-cast wall of the white small house, her scepticism 

 increased to scoffing point. She was blind to the charms 

 of the pretty pillared porch. The narrowness of the 



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