Meantime, Mrs.Rossmore went to Long Island to see what could be had, and she found at the little village of Massapequa just what they were looking for--a commodious, neatly-furnished two-story cottage at a modest rental.
Of course, it was nothing like what they had been accustomed to, but it was clean and comfortable, and as Mrs.Rossmore said, rather tactlessly, beggars cannot be choosers.

Perhaps it would not be for long.

Instant possession was to be had, so deposit was paid on the spot and a few days later the Rossmores left their mansion on Madison Avenue and took up their residence in Massapequa, where their advent created quite a fluster in local social circles.
Massapequa is one of the thousand and one flourishing communities scattered over Long Island, all of which are apparently modelled after the same pattern.

Each is an exact duplicate of its neighbour in everything except the name--the same untidy railroad station, the same sleepy stores, the same attractive little frame residences, built for the most part on the "Why pay Rent?
Own your own Home" plan.

A healthy boom in real estate imparts plenty of life to them all and Massapequa is particularly famed as being the place where the cat jumped to when Manhattan had to seek an outlet for its congested population and ever-increasing army of home seekers.