Beauty of the House Is Order – Mary.P.Hamlin
A Plea for Just a Little More Dirt and Much More Order and Happiness
The children were safely stowed away in bed and there was the prospect of a quiet hour before me. Not even stopping to pull down the window shades, I placed myself in a comfortable chair, my feet on another and began to write down some ideas that had been accumulating in my head. A rocking horse was hitched to the sofa, all the available furniture in the room had been converted into a rail-road train and toys were strewn about.
A ring at the bell; a neighbour said “As I was passing I saw you sitting here alone and couldn’t resist coming in. I trust I don’t interrupt.”
” Oh no, I was just cudgeling my brain for some ideas for a paper I am writing”
“What is your subject?”
” The beauty of the house is order”