The life story of an ugly duckling (1924)

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Seeks New Ponds and Puddles 195 their places looking like a shop, and I never have been in one of these homes yet but I have an almost uncontrollable desire to say to the master or mistress, "How much do you want for this — how much for that?" not because I want the objects but because the shop atmosphere instead of the home atmosphere predominates. Speaking of homes, I find the English homes adorable — they know how to adapt and make houses and furnishings livable. Perhaps I am a little unsympathetic with collectors because I never had time for fads — it's a game one has to learn, I suppose, like everything else. I have always been so darned glad to get the little I had in the way of necessities that I never had time or money to fad. The only things I ever collected in my life were bangles. That craze was one that hit me, I must admit. All the other girls had these jingling bracelets — as I remember it, each bangle was supposed to represent a sentimental souvenir. So you see, everyone just had to have some even if she bought 'em herself. How I got mine I have forgotten, but I know when I came along