“The cellar in our house is awfully damp,” remarked Ethel Brown. “Sometimes you can see the water dripping down the stones.”
“The walls and the floor of this cellar will be waterproofed with a mixture of rich cement and sand mortar, and I think you’ll find, young ladies, that you’ll have a cellar that’ll be hard to beat.”
The contractor slapped his notebook emphatically and beamed at them so amiably that they felt the greatest confidence in what he proposed.
“Any way, I haven’t anything better to suggest,” said Dorothy dryly.
Mr. Anderson walked off, giving a roar of amusement as he left them.
“Where does the sun rise from here?” asked Ethel Blue as she stood at the spot where was to be the front of the house, and gazed about her. “Does the house face directly south?”
“No, it faces just half way between south and west. The corners of the house point to north, south, east and west. Mother said that if the front was due south the back would be due north and she didn’t want a whole side of her house facing north.”
“It does have a chilly sound,” shivered Ethel Brown.
“With a point stretching toward the north the rooms that have a northern exposure will also have the morning sun and the afternoon sun.”
“I know Aunt Louise will have her dining room where the morning sun will shine in.”