"Jackie says the cedar chest has to go you know-in the kitchen-she can't reach the sink without getting nurse-maid's knees or something. We had it in the bedroom, but Jackie wanted to use that silly little closet. . . so we tried the living

room

"Is it one of those cedar chests that looks like a cedar chest?"

"Heavens no—but after we piled all those books on it and the TV and the acorns and that bust of Aristophanes Jackie's crazy about frogs-you couldn't tell what it was, let alone ever get into it. Gad, this car heats up-they say all Ramblers do it --and then I got seed fever this spring and wanted to get out my gardening tools and some crocks and that fertilizer that was left over from last year, so I moved the cedar chest into the kitchen..."

"Why don't you make a bench out of it-get some foam rubber from Akron's and cover it with sisal cloth or something perky?..."

"Well, it WAS a bench before it was a cedar chest. The trouble with things to put things in is there's never any place for it--them, I mean. If we had a garage I know we'd never be able to use it for the car. Speaking of sisal, I sent for some Mexican sisal carry-all bags-two sizes-small and large. The SMALL one is a real HAMPER. When I get typewriter, a ream of paper and that little table and a couple of pillows and the picnic basket in it there's still room-but I can't lift it. I haven't unfurled the large one yet. Would they have any Mexican sisal bags in L. A.? No. I have to send to New York! You know there's people in New York living on top of a book store, yet they'll send way out here for Hadrian's Memoirs and all that stuff!”

"There's one!"

"Where?"

"No-too late.”

"I could take those files out of the bathroom, stand the cedar chest on end and make a cupboard out of it--but where would I put the files? They'd be worse in front of the sink than the chest is."

"What are they-four-drawer files?"

"One is. The other is three. They were having a sale at Bill's Ranch Market and I needed them. Even so, I still have ten years of Life to clip, to say nothing of all the Holidays and three years of New Yorkers-I could put the files in the hall and move the butter churns. . . Oh maybe the files would fit under the bed sideways no, I forgot, the camping equipment is under there..."

"Why don't you take those Eucalyptus branches out?" "My LOGS? I'm going to do some carving someday!"

"Those cement blocks take up more room than a grand piano...

"It took 19 trips to get those and since Harry was giving them away.. "What are you ever going to do with those crates of wooden phonograph needles?"

"Pull that knob that says PUSH will you?-over there next to the oil gage. I'm going to make hot mats for hot dishes with them."

"What hot dishes?"

"To SELL! You know lots of people have hot dishes they can't put anywhere." "Crazy."

"I wonder if Jackie could be persuaded to give up those auto parts in the diningroom-she'll never find anything that transmission'll fit in ... "THERE'S one!"