And the bobolinks are hovering over the low spots.

Oh, but it is fine here--and we are not together!"....
"No; I cannot give exact directions.

But take the Long Road and turn at the turning by the tulip-tree, and you will find me at home.

Come right in without knocking." I hung up the receiver.

For a single instant it had seemed almost true, and indeed I believe--I wonder-- Some day, I thought, just a bit sadly, for I shall probably not be here then--some day, we shall be able to call our friends through space and time.