XIV 



IN "THE SNUGGERY" 



A YEAR or two later than the events recorded 

 in the preceding chapters a nook on the op- 

 posite side of the Beloved Island was opened 

 to me. A new cottage was put up I had 

 almost said grew, so much a part of its sur- 

 roundings did it seem; so naturally did it 

 appear to nestle in among the frees without 

 displacing anything. 



The house was original in plan if it had 

 a plan and unique in construction. Its six 

 rooms possessed each an outside door, so that 

 its three tenants, with their two rooms apiece, 

 could come and go at pleasure, without dis- 

 turbing either of the others. The vagaries of 

 doors and windows were endless. One of my 

 outside doors swung out into the universe, 

 two of my windows lay on their side and 

 opened like doors, one inward, the other out- 

 ward, and the third window, of one sheet of 

 plate glass, was permanently fastened shut. 



