The daughter of the storage -- A presentiment -- Captain Dunlevy's last trip -- The return to favor -- Somebody's mother -- The face at the window -- An experience -- The boarders -- Breakfast is my best meal -- The mother-bird -- The amigo -- Black Cross farm -- The critical book-store -- A feast of reason -- City and country in the fall -- Table talk -- The escapade of a grandfather -- Self-sacrifice: a farce-tragedy -- The night before Christmas.
ulting him, or else throw away the things they had brought home.
During the ten or twelve years that followed, the Forsyths sometimes spent a whole winter in a hotel; sometimes they had a flat; sometimes they had a separate dwelling. If their housing was ample, they took almost everything out of storage; once they got down to a two-dollar bin, and it seemed as if they really were leaving the storage altogether. Then, if they went into a flat that was nearly all studio, their furniture went back in a cataclysmal wave to the warehouse, where a ten-dollar room, a twelve-dollar room, would not dam the overflow.
Tata, who had now outgrown her pet name, and was called Charlotte because her mother felt she ought to be, always went with her to the storage to help look the things over, to see the rooms emptied down to a few boxes, or replenished to bursting. In the first years she played about, close to her mother; as she grew older she ventured further, and began to make friends with other little girls