I now have eight rather large boxes of books -- mostly paperback novels but a few more respectable volumes -- bound for the Rockcliffe School Book Fair. The book fair people actually come to the house and pick up, if you can believe it, and the sale supports the school library. We can now resume stuffing the shelves, while upholding the House Rules of *no more bookcases* and *no books on the floor*.

It's odd how the new thrillers head right out the door again, but the old Rafael Sabatini novels and collections of Kipling get to stay.