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IT was Saturday evening. His mother was coming in the morning. Norman looked anxiously about his apartment, and spent an hour emptying ash-trays, picking up cigarette stubs from the hearth, and getting his bureau drawers in order. He found that he had forgotten to send off his laundry this week. Well, he could buy some new shirts on Monday.
He sat down, seeing his apartment with his mother's eyes. She would probably find fault with the work of his cleaning-woman. She would smile when she saw that bureau drawer full of bright chintz which he had bought for curtains, forgetting that there was nobody he could ask to sew them for him. Mrs. Case, it was true, had asked if there was anything they could do to help him get settled in his new place. But he couldn't have asked them to make his curtains.