ABSTRACT
Art at Home takes time; it takes much thought, and, whatever its cunning advocates may urge to the contrary, it takes more or less money. And the books of this series are supposed to be written for those who have little money, as Mrs. Loftie tells the reader in her preface, “for inexperienced housekeepers of small income.” The raveling of dusters and the working of patterns, the concocting of shelves and sideboards, is not to be done without ingenuity, and is done to very little purpose if not with a feeling for beauty and a knowledge of its laws. In an English climate no room would be warm at the three separate hours of meal-time, but a room wherein a goodly fire burned all day, and the cost of this fire would be a matter of thought to the thrifty house-wife.
