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HOUSE AND GARDEN 
which had a tiny stripe of the same color; the 
dining room in a light gray ground with a little 
conventional vine in soft blue. The living-room 
has one south and two east windows, with deep 
casements. 
Every article of furniture in "The House Next 
Door” is antique — really antique — for the Crafts¬ 
man is also a collector, and has been busy for 
many years finding and restoring the old pieces 
that he treasures so highly. Interesting, indeed, 
are the tales that he tells of them all; of the 
people who had owned them and of the strange 
places where he had found them tucked away. 
The living-room is really a restoration true to 
precedent, with its great open fireplace, old and¬ 
irons, fender, bellows, shovel, tongs, and even a 
foot-stove. On the mantel is a clock that ticks 
away loudly, reminding one of what one already 
knows, that time flies away all too fast in Clo- 
verly. This clock might tell many an interesting 
tale could it recount its experiences in crossing 
the Plains in a prairie schooner way back in '51. 
Fine old prints, engravings and silhouettes hang 
on the walls in this room. The silhouettes give 
one just a hint of Lois Clark and Beriah Treat, 
who were born in Connecticut in 1720. The old 
piano that is still sweet in tone and beautiful in 
its rosewood case, dates back to the early forties. 
When the Musician played Gluck’s Gavotte for us 
while we sat near in the twilight it really seemed 
as if the dear old in¬ 
strument was ex¬ 
pressing to us its 
■ _ |g; * own feelings. Books 
printed in the olden 
times are on the 
shelves. It was a 
pleasure to take 
down Hannah Kin- 
ne's English Reader, 
printed and sold by 
William Williams, 
of LTica, N. Y., in 
1819. Sitting on the 
old davenport be¬ 
fore the open fire, 
we always turned to 
the poem "The Fire¬ 
side,” and, reading 
it, we forgot the 
present and found 
ourselves back in 
the olden d a y s 
where life was sim¬ 
ple and restful. 
These are the first 
three verses of Cot¬ 
ton’s poem: Are 
they not exactly 
suited to Cloverlv 
the 
giddv 
o J 
gay world 
retire 
family 
and 
Nor join 
dance. 
From the 
we’ll oft’ 
To our own 
fire, 
Where love our hours 
employs; 
No noisy neighbor enters 
here; 
No intermeddling stran¬ 
ger near 
To spoil our heartfelt 
joys. 
If solid happiness we 
prize, 
Within our breast this 
jewel lies; 
And they are fools who 
roam; 
The world has nothing 
to bestow; 
From our own selves 
our joys must flow. 
And that dear hut, our 
home. 
There are vases and 
candlesticks of unusual 
design in this room, and 
on the floor hand-braid- 
forever. On the mantel is a copper bowl 
that seems to have been made for the flowers of saffron that it 
usually holds. Nothing could be prettier here than these blos¬ 
soms with varying shades of yellow, rich and deep, and nothing 
could set off the dainty little blue vase on the butternut table 
near the fireplace as well as does the light-colored spray of the 
matrimony vine that had worked its way into the cellar and was 
trying its best to grow there. When no fire burned in the fire¬ 
place we were all interested in the huge knot of wood resting on 
the andirons. It was wonderful in its grain, its markings, and, 
too, in the numerous cavities made by the woodpecker’s strong 
bill. 
There are rare old things and rare new things served in the 
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The living-room mantel shows a very simple arrangement of clock, 
pictures and bric-a-brac, but one combining the effects of color 
and an appreciation of the feeling of the times 
ed rugs that are a joy 
Even in the kitchen there is the atmosphere of other 
days in the numerous copper vessels of practical aspect 
and "The House Next Door?” 
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd, 
The vain, the wealthy and the proud, 
In folly’s maze advance ; 
Tho' singularity and pride 
Be call’d our choice, we’ll step aside, 
Every room of The House Next Door endeavors to express the sturdy simplicity of 
our American Colonial period and its adaptability to our present needs 
