Knowing her,
I think she must have been grimly amused at finding herself
saddled with a helpless baby, a bewildered peasant woman,
and an artist brother both helpless and bewildered.
It was out of the question to house them in her small
apartment. She found a furnished apartment near her own,
and installed them there, with a working housekeeper in
charge. She had a gift for management, and she arranged all
these details with a brisk capability that swept everything
before it. A sunny bedroom for Mizzi. But then, a bright
living room, too, for Theodore's hours of practice. No
noise. Chicago's roar maddened him. Otti shied at every
new contrivance that met her eye. She had to be broken in
to elevators, electric switches, hot and cold faucets,
radiators.
"No apartment ever built could cover all the requirements,"
Fanny confided to Fenger, after the first harrowing week.
"What they really need is a combination palace, houseboat,
sanatorium, and creche."
"Look here," said Fenger. "If I can help, why--" a sudden
thought struck him.
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