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Not only had the year been a red-letter one but it was destined to prove even more conspicuously memorable . With the spring the plans for the new village went rapidly forward and soon pretty little concrete houses with roofs of scarlet and trimmings of green dotted the slopes on the opposite side of the river . The laying out and building of this community became Grandfather Fernald 's recreation and delight . Morning , noon , and evening he could be seen either perusing curling sheets of blue prints , consorting with his architects , or rolling off in his car to inspect the progress of the venture . Sometimes he took Ted with him , sometimes his son , and when Laurie was strong enough , the entire family frequently made the pilgrimage to the new settlement . It was very attractive , there was no denying that ; and it seemed as if nothing that could give pleasure to its future residents had been omitted . The tiny library had been Laurie 's pet scheme , and not only had his grandfather eagerly carried out the boy 's own plans but he had proudly ordered the lad 's name to be chiselled across the front of the building .