"We don't seem to have bookshelves here, but I bet someone has a box they're not going to use any more that we could stand on its side and use for one," Bella says. "I'll go look. If I can't find one you could also use the legs of your bed as bookends."

And she heads out and starts poking her head into open doors, seeking boxen. Eventually she gets ahold of a long, short box that will suit and also fit under the bed, and returns with it, tucking the flaps inside the box for sturdiness. "Where's the books?" she asks.