Laburnum Lamp. Photo: Colin Cooke. The Lamps of Louis Comfort Tiffany, by Martin Eidelberg, et al.

Chapter 38, Madison Square Park

I made Nellie leave with me through the main entrance on Fourth Avenue to avoid the workers' door on Twenty-fifth Street. I insisted that she walk around the showroom to see the lamps lit.

"You've had something to do with many of these."

Her eyes sparkled as she looked. "Ain't nothing in life so sweet as seeing those flowers all lit up in glass. You can see them bloom summer or winter."

"Just remember that."

She scowled at the Laburnum lamp. "Mighty hard, that one. All those tiny yellow pieces with hardly a difference between 'em, and all those ins and outs of the shade."

... She lingered longest at the landscape lamp.

"Does that one mean something to you?" I asked.

"The landscape week. Patrick all akilter, proud and pissed."