destroyed in a fire years ago.

So I had to go to the antique shops for the portraits
and furniture and chairs and snuff boxes and
swords and fire irons and things.

I bought the loveliest old spinet -- truly, a fine!

I can sit down to it and image I am my own
grandmother's grandmother, you know.

And it's wonderful to sit among those old heir-
looms and feel the sense of my ancestors'
personalities throbbing and pulsing all about me!

I feel, when I sit at the spinet, that my personality
is truly represented by my surroundings at last.

I feel that I have at last achieved sincerity in the
midst of my traditions.

And there's a picture of the loveliest old lady . . .
old fashioned costume, you know, and all that . . .
and the hair dressed in a very peculiar way. . . .

Mamma says its a MADE-UP picture -- not really
an antique at all -- but I can just feel the personality
vibrating from it.

I got it at a bargain, too.