K. in all Particulars.
In the Magazine that came every Month she tad seen these
Dream-Pictures of Palaces that can be put up for $1,500.00, if you
steal your Materials.
She had gazed at the Bunco Illustration of the swell Structure with
bushy Trees dotting the Lawn and a little Girl rolling a Hoop along
the Cement Side-Walk and she had set her Heart on that kind of a Home.
Mother loved to study the Plans and count the Bath-rooms and figure on
Window Seats and what kind of Curtains to put in the Guest Chamber.
[Illustration: _May 1st._]
Every Spring she found the Place she had been seeking and gave a Grand
Signal for the whole Outfit to begin packing up. Those were the bright
vernal Days when Mr. Jump got all that was coming to him. Mr. Jump
was a Man, therefore any old kind of a Hut suited him. For eight years
before starting on his continuous Tour with Mother, he had roomed over
a Drug Store.
His Apartment had been one of those delectable Man-Joints where Women
never butted in to hide things and give the whole Place a Soapy Smell.
The Sweepings went under the Bed, so as not to litter up the Hallway.
Once a Year he had a House-Cleaning. That is to say, he employed a
Colored Man to beat the Rugs, which had to be separated from the Floor
by means of a Shovel.
Inasmuch as Women never came in to straighten up, he knew where to
find everything. He knew it was somewhere in the Room and all he had
to do was to excavate until he found it.
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