Nothing is more comfortable in a boudoir than a day bed.  It serves so many purposes.  In my own house my boudoir is also my sitting-room, and I have a large Louis XV day bed there which may be used by an overnight guest if necessary.  In a small house the boudoir fitted with a day bed becomes a guest-room on occasion.  I always put two or three of these day beds in any country house I am doing, because I have found them so admirable and useful in my own house.

As you will see by the photographs, this bed in no way resembles an ordinary bed in the daytime, and it seems to me to be a much better solution of the extra-bed problem than the mechanical folding-bed, which is always hideous and usually dangerous.  A good day bed may be designed to fit into any room.  This one of mine is of carved walnut, a very graceful one that I found in France.

In a small sitting-room in an uptown house, an illustration of which is shown, I had a day bed made of white wood that was painted to match the chintzes of the room.  The mattress and springs were covered with a bird chintz on a mauve ground, and the pillows were all covered with the same stuff.  The frame of the bed was painted cream and decorated with a dull green line and small garlands of flowers extracted from the design of the chintz.  When the mattress and springs have been properly covered with damask, or chintz, or whatever you choose to use, there is no suggestion of the ordinary bed.

I suppose there isn’t a more charming room in New York than Miss Anne Morgan’s Louis XVI boudoir.  The everyday sitting-room of a woman of many interests, it is radiant with color and individuality, as rare rugs are radiant, as jewels are radiant.  The cream walls, with their carved moldings and graceful panelings, are a pleasant background for all this shimmering color.  The carvings and moldings are pointed in blue.  The floor is covered with a Persian rug which glows with all the soft tones of the old Persian dye-pots.  The day bed, a few of the chairs, and the chest of drawers, are of a soft brown walnut.  There are other chairs covered with Louis XVI tapestries, brocade and needlework, quite in harmony with the modern chintz of the day bed and the hangings.  Above the day bed there is a portrait of a lady, hung by wires covered with shirred blue ribbons, and this blue is again used in an old porcelain lamp jar on the bedside table.  The whole room might have been inspired by the lady of the portrait, so essentially is it the room of a fastidious woman.

But to go back to my own boudoir:  it is really sitting-room, library, and rest-room combined, a home room very much like my down-town office in the conveniences it offers.  In the early morning it is my office, where I plan the day’s routine and consult my servants.  In the rare evenings when I may give myself up to solid comfort and a new book it becomes a haven of refuge after the business of the day.  When I choose to work at home with my secretary, it is as business-like a place as my down-town office.  It is a sort of room of all trades, and good for each of them.