"We all are,we well-to-do people,as we think ourselves.Once my wife and I revolted by a common impulse against the ridiculous waste and slavery of the thing.We went to the storage warehouse and sent three or four vanloads of the rubbish to the auctioneer.Some of the pieces we had not seen for years,and as each was hauled out for us to inspect and decide upon,we condemned it to the auction-block with shouts of rejoicing.Tender and sacred associations!We hadn't had such light hearts since we had put everything in storage and gone to Europe indefinitely as we had when we left those things to be carted out of our lives forever.Not one had been a pleasure to us;the sight of every one had been a pang.All we wanted was never to set eyes on them again."
"I must say you have disposed of the tender and sacred associations pretty effectually,so far as they relate to things in storage.But the things that we have in daily use?"
