Excerpt from Happy Days in Southern California No, it was not a common abode Of a man of the traveled class, without individuality, but a room in which one felt at ease, assured that its owner was well brought up, a man whose body, soul, and mind had each grown without invading the territory of the others, and there fore not at their expense. The room did not say, See what my master can afford; see what a surfeit Of wealth I hold. Nay, it said, My master is reflected in me; here is seren ity and refinement, not an embarrassment of riches. The room was not like some banker's good wife who is lost behind the glamour of her jewels, but was like that good-wife who herself adorns her apparel, whose adornment is for gotten in herself. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.