My own bedroom in this house was very pleasant to me.  The house was very small, you see, and my bedroom had to be my writing-and reading-room too, so that accounts for the bookshelves that fill the wall space above and around the mantel and the large writing-table.  The room was built around a wonderful old French bed which came from Brittany.  This old bed is of carved mahogany, with mirrored panels on the side against the wall, and with tall columns at the ends.  It is always hung with embroidered silk in the rose color that I adore and has any number of pillows, big and little.  The chaise-longue was covered with this same silk, as were the various chair cushions.  The other furnishings were in keeping.  It was a delightfully comfortable room, and it grew a little at a time.  I needed bookshelves, and I built them.  A drop-light was necessary, and I found the old brass lantern which hung from the ceiling.  And so it was furnished, bit by bit, need by need.

Miss Marbury’s bedroom in this house was entirely different in type, but exactly the same in comfort.  The furniture was of white enamel, the walls ivory-white, and the rug a soft dull blue.  The chintz used was the familiar Bird of Paradise, gorgeous in design, but so subdued in tone that one never tires of it.  The bed had a flat, perfectly fitted cover of the chintz, which is tucked under the mattress.  The box spring was also covered with the chintz, and the effect was always tidy and satisfactory.  This is the neatest disposal of the bed-clothes I have seen.  I always advise this arrangement.

Besides the bed there was the necessary little table, holding a reading-light and so forth, and at the head of the bed a most adorable screen of white enamel, paneled with chintz below and glass above.  There was a soft couch of generous width in this room, with covers and cushions of the chintz.

Over near the windows was the dressing-table with the lighting-fixtures properly placed.  This table, hung with chintz, had a sheet of plate glass exactly fitting its top.  The writing-table, near the window is also part of my creed of comfort.  There should be a writing-table in every bedroom.  My friends laugh at the little fat pincushions on my writing-tables, but when they are covered with a bit of the chintz or tapestry or brocade of the room they are very pretty, and I am sure pins are as necessary on the writing-table as on the dressing-table.

[Illustration:  MISS MARBURY’S BEDROOM]

Another thing I like on every writing-table is a clear glass bowl of dried rose petals, which gives the room the faintest spicy fragrance.  There is also a little bowl of just the proper color to hold pens and clips and odds and ends.  I get as much pleasure from planning these small details as from the planning of the larger furniture of the room.

The house was very simple, you see, and very small, and so when the time came to leave it we had grown to love every inch of it.  You can love a small house so completely!  But we couldn’t forgive the skyscrapers encroaching on our supply of sunshine, and we really needed more room, and so we said good-by to our beloved old house and moved into a new one.  Now we find ourselves in danger of loving the new one as much as the old.  But that is another story.