Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 February 1915 — Moving [ARTICLE]

Moving

"Now, look here!" cried Toldick to his wife and daughter. "You have moved often enough to know better than this. The man will be here with the van any minute, and those things are not nearly packed yet!” "Well," argued Mrs. Toldick, “there is only this one room where we have not finished the packing, and we can finish here while the men move the furniture out of the rest of the house. I shall instruct the men to move the furniture out of the rooms downstairs first We can't pack the books yet because Camelia hasn’t finished reading ‘The Belle of Belleview.*" "Yes,” remarked Toldick, “you can instruct the, men where to begin. Of course the men will do as they are told. That is their specialty. By the way, what is that standing out on the lawn? It looks like an article of our household equipment —one not usually paraded upon the lawn, however.” “Oh, oh!" screamed Mrs. Toldick. "They have arrived, and the first thing they have done is to put that old broken chair on exhibition on the front lawn 1 w “Where did they get that total wreck of a chair?" demanded Toldick. “That’s the way they always do. They put all the pieces of furniture people are* ashamed of out on the lawn or on the sidewalk first thing, to remain there for hours! Then they take the things you are proud of and would like to display, carrying them out fully concealed and just as quickly as possible. “When they have exhibited all the horribles long enough on the lawn of the old house they transfer the whole batch to a point of vantage on the new premises. “If those men knew that you hadn’t finished packing in this room they would have been in here long ago. You’d better keep it dark.” “Let’s hurry!” cried Mrs. Toldick. “Thank goodness, you’ve packed the big trunk, anyway!” said Toldick. “Yes, there it goes on the wagon, at the bottom of a pyramid of stoves and refrigerators. Oh, I wish he would drive more carefully!” “Call him back!” cried Camelia. “All our keys are < packed in that trunk, and so we can not lock the other trunks!” “No,” said Mrs. Toldick, "there are no keys in that trunk.”' “Then the keys are lost! All the keys are lost!" wailed Camelia. “What is that on the string around your arm?" asked Toldick. “The keys!” gasped Mrs. Toldick. “Get some water. Camelia has fainted." “The water has been turned off,” answered Toldick.