My Uncle Henry plays all day and it makes him look crazy.

Do you like yellow hair ?" "Yes, if it looks like yours." "If you don't mind I'll put a mustache on you just--just to look at every time I think of you." "When I think of you I put violets in your hair," he said.
He took a step toward her as he spoke and as he did so she started her pony.

A little way off she checked him and said: "I'm sorry.

There are no violets now." She rode away slowly waving her hand and singing with the joy of a bird in the springtime: "My sweetheart, come along Don't you hear the glad song As the notes of the nightingale flow?
Don't you hear the fond tale Of the sweet nightingale As she sings in the valleys below-- As she sings in the valleys below ?" He stood looking and listening.

The song came to him as clear and sweet as the notes of a vesper bell wandering in miles of silence.
When it had ceased he felt his lip and said: "How slow the time passes! I'm going to get some shaving soap and a razor." That evening when Harry was helping Samson with the horses he said: "I'm going to tell you a secret.