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Title: The Boston Cooking School magazine of culinary science and domestic economics
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Hill, Janet McKenzie, 1852-1933, ed Boston Cooking School (Boston, Mass.)
Subjects: Home economics Cooking
Publisher: Boston : Boston Cooking-School Magazine
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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culties were met. A gambrel roof gave a window 12 ft.high, with a roof height of 20 feet,while a balcony thrown out over oneend of the studio merged into a roomthat sprang like a low square towerfrom the junction of the studio withthe main building and was fittedinto the kitchen roof about half waydown its southern slope. It was after-wards covered with hipped roof. Thiswas a difficult piece of work to makeweather tight, but it was successfullycarried through without disturbing atwig of the big apple tree that thrustits fruit within reach of the new win-dows,— four of them on the south andone on the west. During these years our village hadfound itself, and the city folks hadcome. It was already selling its wasteplaces for many dollars a foot andour little corner of the earth founda more appreciative public. Costlyhouses sprang up around us and anoccasional automobile broke the quietof our lane. The nook under thehickories was no longer way out inthe fields and a more retired dining-
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A CORNER IN THE STUDIO. OUR HOME UNDER THE HICKORIES 671 room became desirable. So a Japanesescreen was added to the one we alreadyhave of wild vines and shrubbery thatclosed in the south porch; and it soonbecame our regular dining room. In the nearest small town, nine milesdistant, we found a capable plumber,and a good supply of porcelain-linedfittings. Our house was,at last, literally foundedupon a rock. Nowhere about it couldthe stick of my sketching umbrellago deep enough to hold, though insome mysterious way vegetation flour-ished. Carpenter and plumber searchedpatiently for a spot where a drain waspracticable, and, having found it, wenttheir ways. I was left to find a manto chop through the layer of porousrock to the unyielding mass that formedits bed below. Our water supply came through ironpipes from a river deep in the pineforest, far from human habitation anddrainage, and never fails us. It isgood for drinking and pleasant forwashing. Our shell was now complete. Eachaddition

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