X O V E M B E R T O M A Y 



Even the Friendly Architect reluctantly had to admit, ''Yes, 

 thev will leak, it is impossible to prevent that." We therefore com- 

 promised, securing the same effect by raising the edge of every fifth 

 row of shingles with a lath, thus giving a slight shadow every three 

 feet. In keen interest he judged the si/e of the pebbles for the 

 pebble-dash which was to be used for the first story and showed 

 how he wanted the composition thrown upon the wall. It took an 

 expert to do this evenly and smoothly, as the mixture hardened 

 at once and could not be touched again. 



We wanted to stay all winter, but other duties demanded our 

 attention in the city. It was only now and then we could steal away 

 for a day or a week to note the progress of the work. How exhilara- 

 ting was the ride from the station, tucked into the big high sleigh, 

 with fur rugs piled about us and the icy road straight before us, 

 over the lake to our own doors! How picturesque were the men 

 in their winter costumes! the high boots, and fur caps, and the trim 

 heavy jackets. Out on the lake the clear ice called for the skater's 

 touch, and ice-boats skimmed gayly by, while dotted over the surface 

 were small houses where fishermen sat beside tiny stoves, watching 

 the line sunk through the ice at their feet. 



One blustering day in late December, when some particularly 

 knotty problem had exhausted the vocabulary of Architect and 

 Foreman alike, the latter asked in sheer desperation: 



'" Mr. Architect, did you ever build a house like this 

 before .' " 



