You bet there's always a reason that starts anything and always somebody to find it out and tell another fellow who can understand it!" With which brilliant burst of higher philosophy they went out into the October woods together to hunt for cocoons.
Geraldine, rather flushed and nervous, met them at Hurryon Gate, carrying a rifle and wearing the shortest skirts her brother had ever beheld.

The symmetry of her legs moved him to reproof: "I thought people looked that way only in tailor's fashion plates," he said.

"What are you after--chipmunks ?" "Not at all," said his sister.

"Do you know what happened to me an hour ago?
I was paddling your canoe into the Hurryon Inlet, and I suppose I made no noise in disembarking, and I came right on a baby wild boar in the junipers.

It was a tiny thing, not eighteen inches long, Kathleen, and so cunning and furry and yellowish, with brown stripes on its back, that I tried to catch it--just to hug it." "That was silly," said her brother.
"I know it was, now.