The Cottagette––––––––
"WHY NOT?" SAID MR. Mathews "It is far too small for a house, too pretty for a hut, too—unusual—for a cottage."
"Cottagette, by all means," said Lois, seating herself on a porch chair.
"But it is larger than it looks, Mr. Mathews. How do you like it,
Malda?"
I was delighted with it. More than delighted. Here this tiny shell of fresh unpainted wood peeped out from under the trees, the only house in sight except the distant white specks on far off farms, and the little wandering village in the river-threaded valley. It sat right on the turf,—no road, no path even, and the dark woods shadowed the back windows.
"How about meals?" asked Lois.
"Not two minutes walk," he assured her, and showed us a little furtive path between the trees to the place where meals were
