M OST of the nine acres, given the above 
name by Mr. Ernest Zantzinger when 
he purchased them, lie on the northern side 
of the old Lancaster Pike about fifteen 
miles west of Philadelphia. The buildings 
of the original farm remain. They were of 
that unimaginative type which is frequently 
seen along the rural highways of Pennsyl¬ 
vania. Gaunt and severe, like the figures 
of many of their former inmates, these 
houses stand close beside the road which 
once gave to curious eyes within doors the 
meager entertainment of rural life. The en¬ 
tire absence of ornament and the solidity 
and permanence of their walls of whitewashed 
stone render these dwellings so much paper 
already stretched whereon the modern archi¬ 
tect may scheme, modify and enrich with his 
own fancy. But woe betide both house and 
neighborhood if changes be made without 
restraint, good taste and judgment, which 
considerations, if rightly heeded, take the 
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