From The Best Stories of Wilbur Daniel Steele 1946 The house in which daniel was born was the kind of which we say, as we drive past it in the elmpillared margin of some New England village: "What a monstrosity! " One day, when the Antique has caught up with the Eighties, perhaps we shall say: "What a beauty! What noble bays and airy cupolas and richness of brown scrollwork! They knew how to build their houses in those days." Perhaps, too, we shall have matured enough to say of men like Dan Kinsman, who was Daniel's father: "They knew how to build their lives." "Yes." "Emma!" "Murder!" Why not?