se stand forth in its real garden,
an object of pride to the community and a tribute to one man who has
refused to be the impossible average, and has dared to build and plant
for his own needs.

May he live forever and ever happy in his tiny house!

[Illustration: FIRST-FLOOR PAN OF THATCHED COTTAGE]

"You're Not Supposed To, Jimmie"

By Eva J. DeMarsh

"Huh!" exclaimed Jennie, "there comes Aunt Rachel! Wonder what she wants
now? Last time it was--no, it wasn't--that was the time when Jimmie
Upson and his wife were here. How scandalized Aunt Rachel looked! Said
I'd ruin my husband, and a lot of such tommyrot. As though Jimmie and I
couldn't afford a spread now and then! I didn't, and I won't, tell Aunt
Rachel that it was a special party and a special occasion. Of course, I
know Jimmie isn't a millionaire, but--it's none of Aunt Rachel's
business, so there!" she finished defiantly.

Aunt Rachel plodded blissfully up the walk. "Jennie'll be glad to see
me, I know," she mused. "She's high-headed, but she knows a good thing
when she sees it, and I help her a lot."

Jennie received her aunt with cordiality, but not effusiveness. To be
discourteous was something she could not be. Besides, she liked Aunt
Rachel and pitied her idiosyncrasies. "Why can't she be as nice when she
goes to people's houses as she is when she is at home?" she mused. "I
love to go there, and everything is just perfect, but the minute she
steps outside the door--well, we all know Aunt Rachel! And she doesn't
go home early either. Jimmie'll be furious. She always calls him 'James'
and asks after his health and--and everything. I do so want him to like
her, but I'm afraid he never will. I do wish I could get her interested
in something. I have it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "The very thing!"

Aunt Rachel looked up in surprise. "What's the matter, Jennie?" she
inquired.

"Oh, nothing much, Auntie! I was just thinking aloud."

"Don't!" said Aunt Rachel. "It's a bad habit, Jennie--though I do do it
myself, sometimes."

"Sometimes!" Jennie turned away to hide her smile. Why, Aunt Rachel made
a business of talking aloud!

As luck would have it, the dinner went off to Aunt Rachel's
satisfaction. It was good, but conservative.

"Jennie is learning," thought the old lady to herself. "After I've been
here a few times more, she'll get along all right."

Aunt Rachel hadn't noticed that every idea Jennie has used was,
strictly, either Jenn