CHAPTER VII.
"A WORLD OF FINE FABLING" Solon Denney's home, in charge of Mrs.Delia Sullivan, late of Kerry, was four blocks up the shaded street from my own.

Within one block of its gate as I approached it that morning, the Sabbath calm was riven by shouts that led me to the back of the house.

In the yard next to Solon's, Tobin Crowder, of Crowder & Fancett, Lumber, Coal and Building Supplies, had left a magnificent green wagon-box flat upon the ground, a thing so fine that it was almost a game of itself.

An imagination of even the second order could at once render it supremely fascinating.

My two babes, collaborating with four small Sullivans, had by child magic, which is the only true magic, transformed this box into a splendid express train.