nches high,
about the height of a fat floor cushion.

[Illustration: A CREAM-COLORED PORCELAIN STOVE IN A NEW YORK HOUSE]

Which reminds me: the floor cushion, made of the same velvet made for
carpeting, is a modern luxury we can't afford to ignore. Lately I have
seen such beautiful ones, about three feet long and one foot wide,
covered with tapestry, with great gold tassels at the corners. The
possibilities of the floor cushion idea are limitless. They take the
place of the usual footstool in front of the boudoir easy chair, or
beside the day bed or _chaise-longue_, or beside the large bed, for that
matter. They are no longer unsanitary, because with vacuum cleaners they
may be kept as clean as chair cushions. They may be made to fit into
almost any room. I saw a half dozen of them in a dining-room, recently,
small square hard ones, covered with the gold colored velvet of the
carpet. They were not more than four or five inches thick, but that is
the ideal height for an under-the-table cushion. Try it.

PORCELAIN STOVES.

When the Colony Club was at last finished we discovered that the furnace
heat did not go up to the roof-garden, and immediately we had to find
some way of heating this very attractive and very necessary space. Even
from the beginning we were sadly crowded for room, so popular was the
club-house, and the roof-garden was much needed for the overflow. We
conferred with architects, builders and plumbers, and found it would be
necessary to spend about seven thousand dollars and to close the club
for about two months in order to carry the heating arrangements up to
the roof. This was disastrous for a new club, already heavily in arrears
and running under heavy expenses. I worried and worried over the
situation, and suddenly one night an idea came to me: I remembered some
great porcelain stoves I had seen in Germany. I felt that these stoves
were exactly what we needed, and that we should be rescued from an
embarrassing situation without much trouble or expense. I was just
leaving for Europe, so I hurried on to the manufacturers of these
wonderful stoves and found, after much difficulty, a model that seemed
practicable, and not too huge in proportion. The model, unfortunately,
was white with gilded garlands, far too French and magnificent for our
sun-room. I persuaded them to make two of the stoves for me in green
Majolica, with garlands of soft-toned flowers, and finally we achieved
just the stoves for