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Yet it is so placed that the last rays of the 

 setting sun get into the house. On the north 

 side of the building, which is shingled from 

 top to bottom, and has never been painted, 

 the storms of winter and the sun of summer 

 gradually giving it a silver hue beyond the 

 beauty of any artificial paint, is a tennis-court, 

 shaded in the afternoon by the house. Back, 

 there is a garden, small but perfectly kept 

 up, a chicken-yard, an apiary, and other out- 

 houses. The nearness to the sea is hinted at 

 by the presence of some whales' vertebrae, in 

 the shape of seats sprinkled around the 

 grounds. The orchard, which is at the back 

 of the lot, does not count for much except in 

 the matter of pears, which are wonderfully 

 successful in our part of the world. 



Such a house as this, finished in the roughest 

 shape, but beautified by loving hands, and 

 literally strewn with bits of color in the shape 

 of a rug here, a gigantic Japanese fan there, a 

 palm-tree in this corner, and no end of pottery 

 of the most flamboyant type, has a character 

 which no amount of expensive commonplace 

 work can give. Its glory is the size of its 



