"Oh the little Road says "Go," but the little house "Stay.
In many ways it is something of a misfortune to have a happy home. You stay in it. Human parents are not as self-sacrificing as the birds who push their children out of the it is time for them to wings world: Of course advantages, this having only a bird-ike home,' not even a "legal re-idence," @ summer cottage, a win-for apartment or the like.
Still, the birds migrate with aa easy carelessness that seems of all things most desirable to the houss-cumbered, association-fettered human. Why must we at the same moment love Picea plierd's Hate asha? We must protest when we Teave that it is not that we love home less but that we have a scien tific curiosity to know whether there any place like it, after all.
Houses have so many possessions to shackle us. Three moves are as bad as a fire the wise old proverb says, but we incline to think that one is nine times worse, The thing to do, of course, is to have a plea santly large family so that two members may readily absent, them selves for travel purposes and hard-be missed the while the others carry on in the homestead. "Keep the home fires burning," was a good song, but some how no one wants to be the family stoker forever. All too frequently that poetic but resume task is relegated to the spinster daughter, but of her woes and the injustices done her let us expound on some other occa:
To resume our diatribe on moving, or rather on packing, is there *|no way of ridding ourselves of this. nuisance? Paper clothes were once prophecied; but would even these be cheap enough to allow us. discard them daily? There is thi constant conflict between the desire to be foot loose, to wander "down the world with' Mama," with no possessions save those in your gypsy pack; and on the other hand the craving for things of our truly own, for equipment that shall be valuable and if possible unique.
Dwelling in this day and age when it seems necessary to have something in the way of luggage—\for else how may one be permitted coven to stop at " hotel 2—It will perhaps be permitted us to accumulate some of the conveniences, not to say luxuries of life, provided we keep. them in their' place, s0 to sleek. "The body is more than raiment," we must affirm as we buy anew gown, "Consider the lilies of the field," we must remind ourselves again, as we race and chase about our household and social eares. If its a choice between leaving our happy homes and all our dear be-Tongings, and a tour of the world, let us 0 elf blithely not fearing: the corrupting moth or corroding rust.
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