Flat-dwellers shall endorse my dictum that theirs is the only true happiness. If a home is happy it cannot fit too close-let the dresser collapse and become a billiard table; let the mantel turn to a rowing machine, the escritoire to a spare bedchamber, the wash-stand to an upright piano; let the four walls come together, if they will, so you and your Delia are between. But if home be the other kind, let it be wide and long-enter you at the Golden Gate, hang your hat on Hatteras, your cape on Cape Horn, and go out by Labrador.