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because you told it to me one night.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, “do you remember, sitting up in bed in those two brass beds in the Executive Mansion?” She had the picture of having said practically the same thing to me in a rather long night talk.

I said, “I remember you said you were then living in a public institution and that you'd never had your own home.”

“Yes,” she said, “isn't it funny?” She burst out laughing. “My next move was into a museum. The White House is a museum and isn't mine, either.”

Of course, she had sometime or other fixed up that little Val Kil cottage over by the swimming pool on the grounds. That was theoretically to be a house which she, Nancy Cook and Marion Dickerman had together. Nancy was to run the Val Kil factory and live over there, but the property, I think, stood in Mrs. Roosevelt's name. Anyhow, she had a part in it. It was a very informal affair, all finished off with rough boards. But it was hers.

The night in the Executive Mansion she said, “Even when we went away in the summer we went to Mrs. Roosevelt's house at Campobello.” She really never had had anything that was her own.

I thought that was very poignant. I never had thought before what it means to a child to be pushed around from