It isn't going to be what we expected. It is old and little; and altogether delightful--red brick. We can scarcely pack in as it is; and the dear knows what will happen when Paul (younger son) arrives tomorrow. From hall you go right or left into dining-room or drawing-room. Hall itself is practically a room. You open another door in it; and there are the stairs going up in a sort of tunnel to the first-floor. Three bedrooms in a row there; and three attics in a row above. That isn't all the house really; but it's all that one notices--nine windows as you look up from the front garden.