When I was very young, post picture book but pre Tom Swift, the library in my town was housed in a converted Victorian mansion. The children's section was a small rectangular room just off the vestibule, maybe a coatroom in its heyday. The shelves were appropriately low and multi-colored, and I would run for them directly whenever I was released from my mothers grasp. Somewhere on those shelves I found a wonderful book that I only vaguely remember, but have vaguely remembered for probably half a century. I don't know the title. There were three professors with funny names like Whichwhat or Whohow, and a maid named Suzabool. I would love to find that book again. But even more, I would love to write a book that someone would remember for fifty years, even if only vaguely.