There was ""always room for one more"" under Aunt Bella's umbrella, and when ""there'd be five people and six and ten and eleven. . . we'd all chant my umbrella song: 'We don't care if you're a girl or a fella,/ If you're Stella, Louella, or Della,/ If you're brown or you're white or you're yella,/ Come in under Aunt Bella's umbrella!'"" If not to the tune, then in the spirit of ""Alice's Restaurant,"" a paean to hospitality and its fruits, best to that wonderful close feeling ""like riding in an automobile through the rain, under a rug, with the windshield wipers click-clacking."" In Jacqueline Chwast's pictures, snap-cracking.