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Driving with Daddy Raymond is Debbie's idea of the very biggest happiness for very little girls.
tourage might descend. To the left, an elevator to take you to the floors above, if you are of a mind to save steps. Facing you there is a high-ceilinged, nobly proportioned living room, so vast it dwarfs the concert grand piano.
Naka, meantime, has gone in search of Mrs. Scott. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if he will find her. In a house like this, such a small girl could easily get lost ... or be mistaken for a Dresden figurine adding its inanimate beauty to the whole. . . . Then, from out of Inner Space, Dorothy appears — not lost, nor inanimate, but very much alive and very much at home — wearing a pale pink tailored shirt, black velveteen slacks, her bright tan hair in its customary smooth and shining bob slightly curled at the ends.
Looking about you, you're tempted to ask: "Doesn't it sort of frighten you?"
"Funny, but it doesn't," Dorothy laughs, "and I'm used to small houses, too. . . . Remember our first home in near-by Babylon on the Great South Bay, the house with the nautical atmosphere— even to the ship's-cabin bedrooms complete with built-in bunks? And the house we rented in Brightwaters, after the baby came — small, too, cosy and chintzy.
"Yet it was I who fell in love with this house when, on a Saturday morning, a year ago last May, we first saw it. Raymond had mental reservations. 'No house which isn't on the water,' he said as we drove away, 'has any atmosphere.' He wanted high ceilings, however . . . we both did, because the acoustics are so much better for our recordings, which we do at home . . . and none of the other houses we'd seen had high ceilings. So, in the afternoon, we came back and signed on the dotted line. And, a few days later, Debbie, Cathy — our wonderful nurse who has been with us since Debbie was born — Raymond and I moved in, bag and baggage. Bag and baggage," Dorothy laughs, "and virtually nothing else! Practically no furniture. Not even a bed on which to lay our heads. We'd never bought a bed . . . what with the built-in bunks in the first house, and renting the second one furnished.
"Accustomed as I am to small houses, the size of this one still didn't frighten me . . . nor the bareness — I knew Raymond had a hobby for every room! After (Continued on page 81)
Raymond shows his father-in-law that there's room for all the family hobbies, from machines to music. Below, the Scotts pose informally with Dorothy's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sidney Chandler.
Happiest nights of all are those when Raymond and Dorothy can have dinner early enough to eat "grown-up style" with Debbie and her beloved Cathy Caruthers, as Naka serves in his deft manner.