Take those flapping clothes. I wonder what could be lovelier than a line of pink and jonquil rompers, gay little socks, pastel baby blankets. And snowy sheets, bright bath towels, flowered luncheon cloths blowing on a line have as much beauty as a modern painting, for the eye that can see beauty. Basement indeed - who wants clothes dried in the basement when the dazzle of sun and the sweet fragrance of fresh air are wasting outside?
-- Gladys Taber, Stillmeadow Seasons