When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.
children like change - for one thing, they never anticipate regret.
nothing is more restful than conformity.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
nobody ever dies of an indignity.
Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.