“If you cannot find the clean outlet for these buried drains or tiles below the level of the cellar bottom, then raise the cellar, house and all.  No matter if you are accused of having a ‘stuck up’ house—­better be stuck up than stuck in the mud.  Raise it till the entire cellar is well above the level of thorough drainage.  If this happens to carry it above the surface of the ground, set the house on posts and hang the cellar under the floor like a work-bag under a table or the basket to a balloon.

“The foundation walls must indeed touch solid bottom and extend below the action of frost; but if the wall above the gridiron and below the paving of the cellar is of hard stones, or very hard bricks laid in cement, there will be little risk from rising moisture.

“After all, the chief danger is not from underground springs, from clean surface water or an occasional rising of the floods, but from the unclean wastes that in our present half-civilized state are constantly going out of our homes to poison and pollute the earth and air around them.”

“Half-civilized indeed!” said Jack, interrupting the reading of the letter.  “Besides, he is premature as well as impertinent.  He doesn’t know but the house will stand on a granite boulder.”

“I suppose he intends to warn us, and I am not certain that our lot is as dry as it ought to be.  At all events we will have some holes dug in different places and see if any water comes into them.”

“Of course it will.  Haven’t we just had the ‘equinoctial’?  The ground is full of water everywhere.”

“If it is full this spring it will be full every spring.  We may as well order the drain tiles.”

“It shall be done,” said Jack.  “Now let us have the second proviso.  I hope it will be shorter than the first.”

“And, secondly,” Jill continued reading, “provided you know what your house is for.  It is my conviction that of all the people who carefully plan and laboriously build themselves houses, scarcely one in ten could give a radical, intelligent reason for building them.  To live in, of course; but how to live is the question, and why.  As they have been in the habit of living?  As their neighbors live?  As they would like to live?  As they ought to live?  Is domestic comfort and well-being the chief motive?  It is not, usually; hence, there are in the world a great many more houses than homes.”

“Oh, bother the preaching!  It’s all true, but we don’t happen to need it.  When is he coming?”

“Next week, and he hopes we shall have ’some general idea of what we want.’  How very condescending!  We know precisely what we want, as I can easily show him.”

[Illustration:  A “CROSS-SECTION” PROPHECY.]

Jill accordingly produced a fresh sheet of “cross-section” paper, on whose double plaid lines the most helpless tyro in drawing can make a plan with mathematical accuracy provided he can count ten, and on this began to draw the plan of the first floor, expounding as she drew.