What was it made him feel so young and strong and light-hearted?
The breeze brought him the smell of June roses, fresh and sweet with dew, and then he knew why he had come smiling from his dreams.

He would go a holiday-making.

With that he leaped out of bed, and shouted loudly: "Zen! Hello, Xenophon!" In answer, an ancient, very black darky put his head in at the door, his warped and wrinkled visage showing under his grizzled hair like charred paper in a fall of pine ashes.

He said: "Good-mawn', suh.Yessuh.

Hit's done pump' full.