Who are those disgraceful women who leave their poor innocent offspring at home and head out into the workaday world? asks the author of this tract about women who ""prefer to stay at home"" for the purpose of raising children well. For the most part, madam, they're people who can hardly afford to do otherwise. This, from the originator of ""Woman at Home"" workshops in Minnesota, amounts to a paean to Ozzie and Harriet. Those mothers who can afford to revel in the joys of home and hearth, the author claims, can avoid drudgery by giving piano lessons or making and selling jewelry to earn money for a maid. Cardozo's thrust is toward the middle-class suburban mother whose plight she categorizes into phases one, two, and three. The first--infant to preschool; the next--school; the last--when the birdies have left the nest. What she advocates is roughly twenty years of retirement, with good books for company, and ""creative outlets"" (one woman sews ballgowns, presumably for Cinderellas like herself, but always in her living room, so as not to be away from the children). A person could go bananas.