brief description of one will give our reader an understanding of
the other millions of homes on the planet.

I will take you into a Martian home in the city of Urid the
Beautiful. The rooms are large and commodious. Sunlight, which
has been filtered through translucent glass to temper and rob it
of its glare, floods every room.

There are no stairs to climb, for the five or six
rooms--depending on the size of the family--form a rectangle with
a court in the center. There is a fountain in the center of the
court, and beautiful flowers grow in profusion. Birds of vivid
plumage fill the air with their song.

In one of the large rooms a mother sits at a sewing machine
making a garment. For the Martians use these machines too,
although they are a great improvement on yours. Not all the
clothing is made in the homes, but much of it is, and this is
easily understood when you recall that the Martians are true
artists and possessed of great originality.

The mother's attention is now and then centered on a very small
child who sits on a velvety carpet. This carpet would be a most
wonderful acquisition in the home of a man of wealth on your
Earth. It has a soft, fluffy pile two inches thick, and makes a
most comfortable floor for the baby to play upon. This baby is
about 18 months old, and plays with toys just as your Earth
babies do.

A beautiful young girl enters the room. She is dressed in a