I was very mournful, and he did not see why.
"Oh! Jack! I've nowhere to put things!" "What things ?" said this impossible man.
"Why, all our things," said I, losing my temper; "can't you see them ?'' "Put them back in the chests,--and get them out as you need them," said this son of Mars, and buckled on his sword.

"Do the best you can, Martha, I have to go to the barracks; be back again soon." I looked around me, and tried to solve the problem.

There was no bureau, nothing; not a nook or corner where a thing might be stowed.

I gazed at the motley collection of bed-linen, dust-pans, silver bottles, boot jacks, saddles, old uniforms, full dress military hats, sword-belts, riding-boots, cut glass, window-shades, lamps, work-baskets, and books, and I gave it up in despair.

You see, I was not an army girl, and I did not know how to manage.
There was nothing to be done, however, but to follow Jack's advice, so I threw the boots, saddles and equipments under the bed, and laid the other things back in the chests, closed the lids and went out to take a look at the post.