“Oh, a piazza!” squealed Dotty, as under her father’s clever fingers a wide piazza showed on the paper.
“Yes, of course; this will be a summer house also, you know, and a piazza is a necessity. Perhaps in the winter it can be enclosed with glass. All such details must come later. First we must get the proportions and the main plan. And here it is, in a nutshell. Or, rather, in a rectangle. Just half is the living-room, and the other half is two-thirds dining-room and one-third kitchen. The kitchen includes kitchenette and pantry.”
“What is a kitchenette, exactly?” asked Dolly.
“Only what its name implies,” returned Mr. Rose, smiling. “Just a little kitchen. There will be a gas stove,—no, I think it would be better for you to have it all electric. Then you can have an electric oven and toaster and chafing-dish, and any such contraptions you want. How’s that?”
“Too good to be true!” and Dolly sighed in deep contentment. “How long will it take to build it?”
“Not long, if I can get the workmen to go right at it, and I hope I can. Now, suppose we plan the living-room, which is, of course, the study.”
“Let’s call it the Study,” said Dolly. “Sounds sort of wise and grown-up.”
“Very well. Here then, in the Study, suppose we have the door right in the middle of the front wall, and opening on the front veranda. Then a small window each side of the door, and a big square bay, with cushioned seat, at each end of the room.”
“Glorious!” and Dolly danced about on one foot. “Then we can each have one of them to study in, every afternoon after school.”
“With a blazing wood fire—where’s the fireplace, Daddy?”