I know just what I'd do to it, if it were mine.

I'd throw out a big bay window in that corner where the jog is, and another on the middle of the north side, and then run a piazza across the west side, and carry the platform round both the bay windows.

I saw a picture of a house in a book Mr.Allen had, which looked very much as this would look then.
Oh, but I'd like to do it!" Mercy's imagination was so fired with the picture she had made to herself of the house thus altered and improved, that she could not easily relinquish it.
"But, Mercy, you don't know the lay o' the rooms, child.

You don' 'no' where that ere jog comes.

Your bay window mightn't come so's't would be of any use.