Publisher's Synopsis
"Let's make a bay window for the front," suggested Bobby, dragging up a rocking-chair and tumbling his younger brother, Twaddles, out of the way. "How do you make a bay window?" demanded Twaddles, whom no amount of pushing out of the way could subdue for long; he simply came in again. "This way," said Bobby. He tipped the rocking-chair over on its side and turned the curved back so that it fenced in a space between two straight chairs. Looking through the carved rounds, if you had a very good imagination, it really did seem something like a bay window. "Now, see?" said Bobby, proud as an architect should be. "But every house has a chimney," protested Twaddles. "Where's the chimney?" Before Bobby could possibly invent a chimney, Meg and Dot, the two boys' sisters, came into the room, each carrying a doll. "Wait till Norah sees you!" announced Meg severely. "My goodness, piling up the furniture like this! Mother will scold if you scratch that rocking-chair." "What you making?" asked Dot, her dark eyes beginning to dance. "Let me help, Bobby?"
