\u27\u27 It takes days and sometimes weeks for me to get the house back in working order after having been gone on even a short summer vacation, said little Mrs. White one morning as she sat by her kitchen table discussing vacation plans with a new neighbor who had dropped in for a chat. I declare that when I do get away for a summer outing I can\u27t enjoy myself for wondering just what particular calamity awaits me when I get home. If the kitchen pipes, by some act of providence haven\u27t rusted, then my silver has tarnished so badly that I must scour for hours to clean it, or an army of ants have installed themselves in the ice box and I must wage a kerosene battle for months to get rid of them, she sighed