And really nothing happens.I scatter some Persian powder along the edges of things,and under the lower shelves,and in the dim corners,and I pull down the shades.When I come back in the fall I have the powder swept out,and the shades pulled up,and begin living again.Suppose a little dust has got in,and the moths have nibbled a little here and there?The whole damage would not amount to half the cost of putting everything away and taking everything out,not to speak of the weeks of discomfort,and the wear and tear of spirit.No,thank goodness--I left American housekeeping in America.'I asked her:'But if you went back?'and she gave a sigh,and said:
'I suppose I should go back to that,along with all the rest.Everybody does it there.'So you see,"my friend concluded,"it's in the air,rather than the blood."
"Then your famous specific is that our eternal-womanly should go and live in Paris?"
"Oh,dear,not"said my friend."Nothing so drastic as all that.Merely the extinction of household property."
