Pull the rope and set me swinging, please....

Isn't this sky delicious--glimpsed through the green leaves?
Fancy you're not knowing the happiness of the country! I've always known it.

Perhaps the trouble was I had too much of it.

My town was an ancient, respectable, revolutionary relic set in a very beautiful rolling country near the sea; but I suppose I caught the infection--the country rolled, the breakers rolled, and finally I rolled out of it all--over and over plump into Gotham! And I didn't land on my feet, either....

You are correct, Valerie; there is something humorous about this world....
There's one of the jokes, now!" as a native passed, hunched up on the dashboard, driving a horse and a heifer in double harness.
"Shall we go to the post office with him ?" cried Valerie, jumping to her feet.
[Illustration: "Valerie sat cross-legged on the grass ...