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House & Garden 
At one end is a porch paved with 
flat field stones. Wide eaves and a 
pergola shelter it and vines hide it 
from view 
A STUDIO COTTAGE 
on INGLESIDE FARM 
SCARSDALE, N. Y. 
An Old World Living Room 
ing, so our breakfast, dining and sun rooms 
must serve the purpose. At other times the 
meals are laid on the terrace or we Hooverize 
in front of the fire. When inside, the French 
doors are swung open and the long table top 
put in place so that we can extend our guests 
well into the living room. 
Bedrooms and Living Room 
Then man-like he wanted a sleeping porch, 
but I thought of the extra room with its usual 
junk furniture to care for—so we compromised 
and made the bedroom mainly of windows. 
Then up under the roof we tucked away an¬ 
other room for the occasional guest. 
But the living room, which is the pride of 
our hearts, is quite the most livable living room 
we ever lived in. It has a high ceiling which 
gives space and freedom as well as good ven¬ 
tilation. The tile floors are a joy forever— 
noiseless to walk upon and easy to clean. Tire¬ 
some to the feet? No. Cold? No, no more 
than any floor when covered. 
The balcony, too, has its real purpose. It 
serves as a studio-shop, where I can leave the 
day’s work unfinished. Nor is it an extra room 
to heat. 
Then there is the color of the house. In the 
morning the breakfast room greets us with its 
“cheero” wall paper of yellow flowers and 
chunky blue birds on a white ground covered 
with green leaves. It fairly makes your blood 
tingle. We used a Venetian blind here which 
screens yet allows the precious sunshine to 
trickle through and make pretty patterns on 
the table. This table, by the way, is painted 
blue with a black border and decorations of 
fruits in colors. 
A Yellow Kitchen 
Nor is the kitchen one of those virgin white 
sanitary affairs. The enameled walls are yel¬ 
low—a bright yellow, for it takes a swift color 
to make the morning’s work go quickly. The 
scalloped window shades are painted with blue 
birds and yellow flowers. There is a dark blue 
ruffle at the top for finish. No white curtains 
to be eternally laundered. We have used blue 
curtains in place of cupboard doors, for the 
kitchen is no bigger than a minute, yet there’s 
lots of cupboard space. The stove is to the 
right of the bread-board and the cupboards at 
the right of the sink. Four steps and—presto! 
—the work is done. 
Now all that is for morning. At night¬ 
time there is French gray and old rose with 
straight-lined furniture to induce slumber. 
And there is a sewing closet with double doors 
which accommodates not only the machine but 
shelves with numerous boxes for the necessary 
little savings that every sewing woman ac¬ 
cumulates. 
Since our Puritan minds required something 
Colonial, we satisfied ourselves with an attic 
guest room. Here the walls are painted a soft 
buff yellow. There is a Windsor bed, an old 
highboy and braided rag rugs on the floor. 
Close by the 
house is a dove 
cote raised on a 
latticed founda¬ 
tion and amply 
supplied with 
perches made in 
the fashion of an 
open pergola roof 
The studio stands in a corner of the 
field,—past a bridged brook,—a little 
cottage made of the stone gathered 
thereabout 
The living room has the atmosphere of other 
centuries and other lands in its faded old red, 
blue and gold found in the treasured things of 
another day, or their reproduction. An old 
brass candelabra from Mexico (with real can¬ 
dles which are lighted from the balcony) hangs 
from a roof beam. The frieze over the fireplace 
is modeled from an old Babylonian tablet. 
The table is after a design famous in the time 
of Queen Elizabeth. And the rugs—goodness 
knows how old they are. There’s food for 
thought here. The walls are marked off like 
old stone. But it is the fireplace which is the 
real heart of the house. 
