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From the cellar t0 the attic this is our house. hat do I do in my leisure time. when the by does not need attention and the cookie r is full once more? I read. I subscribe to veral magazines and to a book club. I write good many letters. I visit with my neighâ€" rs either by telephone or in person I attend y church organization meetings and Women’s ~ stitute meetings and I belong to a young arried women's club. Each month I look ter four or five baby girls while their parents . to church together. On the remaining three undays we leave our daughter and we attend urch. My days are full of work and play. the ights of quiet rest. My mind is bursting with seas and my ambitions are undiminished. Our ouse is not finished nor completely furnished. ur lawns are things of the future but we ave our lives ahead of us and we know toâ€" - ards what we are building. We are a happy amin and this is our home. The Rural Home By Mrs. Albert Cutler (Chalk River) RIVING down our road from Highway 17 to the river, I wonder just how much snow will fall for the Jeep to plow. The eep goes into the garage, still in four-wheel rive, and I walk to the house through two och-es of new born snow. Just before entering I pause to listen to the rild. strong wind forcing the tall pines to bow ow before its strength. A shiver goes up and own the spine for another sound reaches the ar; higher and wilder. And I am more than lad that the Ottawa river is still not frozen nough for the wolves to cross. The hills take he sound and magnify it until the frightenâ€" rig noise comes from all sides. Now I can ven hear them snarling and it's high time to et inside and let my hair settle back in place. As the switch is flicked on and the room prings into lightness. I wonder how many laces one could find where just a quarter of 4 mile distant runs a fine highway and one an shut out the thought of howling wolves 'n the hills by turning on the electricity. and | alt the chills by going down cellar and put lng another stick of wood in the furnace. It is just six years ago that we left Buffalo. ‘| ew York. to come to Point Alexander, On» ario, in order to fulfill a life’s dream and ind an unending delight in our surroundings. The first job to tackle was bulldozing a lumber road into a suitable car road: next to ulld a two-car garage in which we lived while the house was being built. Then out came he plans worked over all the winter before. The plans called for a large living room. 15 x 23 facing the river; a 12 x 12 bedroom also facing the river. The bedroom in back is 12 x l \VISH. SMALL SON By H. C. Mason I praise whatever gods there be I had a father who talked [0 me. I had a father who told me tales Of that Black Edward, Prince of Wales Who smote the French in the bygone years On the fields of Crecy and Poitiers. And that good loan whom Englishmen . . . Dear God! The pity of it then! And next the story turned To Falstaff and his buckram crew. To Robin Hood and Roderick Dhu. To Bruce the bold and Wallace \Vigh: And many a gentil pariah knight; And while I held the brown cow's tail And the milk rose foaming in [he pail I lowered my visor. slanted crest Settled my trusty lance in rest And felt my strength the strength of ten . . . And while we went with rope and grain Tn fetch the horses up the lane He (old me how he heard it read \Vhen be was little. "Lincoln's dead!" There where the rough path climbed the hill Above the bubbling spring \Ve clambered up, and took our grand Beside the rock. and gazed our fill â€" From Canada. by land! So was it in my hoyhnod's mom \Vhilc yet the carrh shone (.lEW-El’llptill‘lctl. We milked the cows and hocd the torn And roved the world. I wish. small son, that l might be The father to you that he was to me. â€"The complete poem from which rhcsc verses are taken appears in "Three Things Only" by H. C. Mason. (Thus. Nelson and Sons, Toronto). * f “k The living room greets the out of doors with a large picture window and corner windows of the same size. The kitchen has corner windows too. while the window over the sink makes washing dishes or doing the wash an almost pleasant chore. There is a window in the bathroom and utility room, with two in each bedroom so that no matter where we are we can see the river, the hills or the pines! The red tarpaper roof looks nice against the white of the asbestos shingles which cover both the house and woodshed and some day. we hope. the garage. Insul board was used to cover all the inside walls, this covered by a thick. specially made paper to hide the cracks and nail heads. When it came to decorating. we painted the walls and woodwork alike which helps give the rooms a spacious look. As the living room and front bedroom face the North-east, we chose a warm color, dusty pink, for the walls. One whole winter was spent by my husband in building a china cupboard. a corner cup- board and a built»in desk with book shelves. in the dining end of the front room. The blue venetian blinds look lovely with the dusty pink walls. They help bring out the blue of 27