the dining-room, and the more perfect its appointments, the easier is this separation.  The library and the sitting-room are completely divided by a mere curtain, because each is quiet and well disposed, not inclined to assert its own rights or invade those of others; but the ordinary kitchen, like ill-bred people, is constantly doing both.  Thomas Beecher proposes to locate his at the top of the church steeple.  That is unnecessary; we have only to elevate it morally and intellectually, make it orderly, scientific, philosophical, and the front parlor itself cannot ask a more amiable and interesting neighbor.  As the chief workshop of the house, the kitchen should be fitted up and furnished precisely as an intelligent manufacturer would fit up his factory.  Every possible convenience for doing what must be done; a machine for each kind of work and a place for every machine.  Provision for the removal and utilizing of all waste, for economizing to the utmost all labor and material.  Then if our housekeepers will go to school in earnest,—­will learn their most complicated and responsible profession half as thoroughly as a mechanic learns a single and comparatively simple trade,—­we shall have a domestic reformation that will bring back something of the Eden we have lost.

Respectfully yours,

SISTER JANE.

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P.S.—­Surreptitiously enclosed by Mrs. John.

DEAR MR. ARCHITECT:  Jane has just read her letter to you aloud for John’s and my benefit.  John listened to the end without moving a muscle.  When she wound up with the garden of Eden, he got up, took off his hat (he will keep it on in the house), made a fearfully low bow and said, “Perfectly magnificent, Jane!  I begin to feel like old Adam, already.”  Then he burst out laughing and took himself out of the room, leaving the door wide open, of course, and kicking up the corner of the door-mat.  You see he’s one of those men who think home isn’t home-like unless it’s sort of free and easy.  He’d be perfectly willing to eat and sleep and live in the kitchen,—­if I had the work to do; and though he likes pretty things, and would feel dreadfully if I didn’t look about so, has a perfect horror of smart housekeepers, and thinks women who care for nothing else the most disagreeable people in the world.

The trouble with Jane’s letter is that she doesn’t go into particulars enough, and that’s why I want to add a postscript.  I wish I could describe the kitchen in the house where she has been living.  The people had so much confidence in her judgment, that they just allowed her to fix things as she chose, and it’s really quite a study.  It mightn’t suit anybody else, but it shows what may be done.