The Little House

Perhaps you never heard a house talking? If that is so—though it seems impossible—either you do not listen, or you go to bed too early. After midnight houses wake up and talk, and you will hear them counting on their stairs as children count on their fingers—counting the years and the joys and sorrows that come Into every life. This is the story of a delightful little house, in which only delightful people had ever lived — and of course people of that sort always have the most delightful stories to tell. Coningsby Dawson had told a story of modern life with all the charm of an old fairy-tale.