He stood taking great breaths of the light, heady air that seemed to lift him above everything he had ever known and to place him a close neighbor of the clouds.
"This is great!" he said over and over, baring his head to the keen breeze that blew straight out of the violet tinted distance.

"Believe me, fellows, this is simply _great!_" Whereupon the fireman who had spent two weeks there looked at him and grinned.
"You can have it," he said with a queer inflection.

"Mount Lassen's blowing off steam again.

Look at her over there! She's sure on the peck, last day or so--you can have her for company.

I donate her along with the sun-parlor and the oil stove and the telescope and the view.
And I wish you all kinds of luck.