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with small prints on the wall of clipper ships, which seemed amazingly incongruous in this tiny area, but it was rather charming. We landed on the lawn of the White House, and Mrs. Johnson and I said good-bye to the people who had been with us and entered the White House.

It was a sad, rainy day, cold, and as I went in I realized that this was the second day that she had ever been there as White House mistress. She'd moved in on Saturday, the day before, and she'd been away all morning of the Sunday, and so she was coming back for the first time. What she wanted me to do was to go with her to The Elms and look at her china and possessions, pictures and whatever else she had, to decide what she would have packed and stored away, and what she would probably sell rather than hang, and what she would take to the White House.

We went to The Elms and looked at everything. Most of the furniture had been taken away for use in her bedroom and in the girls' bedrooms. We took with our own hands some ornaments of birds by a woman called, I think, Doughty, and some Lewestoft plates and mugs that I had given her and that Florence Mahoney had on given her and one that Mrs. Charles Englehart had given her. The Secret Service men wrapped these up in large boxes, and we held what we could and went back to the White House with them. Then she showed me the pictures to be hung in her bedroom and asked me how to hang them and where to hang them and what pictures she should transfer from her house to the White House. She was charming, because, for me, decisions