"I'm one of those dangerous persons." First and last I have read much of Socialism, and thought about it, too, from the quiet angle of my farm among the hills, but this was the first time I had ever had a live Socialist on my arm.

I could not have been more surprised if the stranger had said, "Yes, I am Theodore Roosevelt." One of the discoveries we keep making all our life long (provided we remain humble) is the humorous discovery of the ordinariness of the extraordinary.

Here was this disrupter of society, this man of the red flag--here he was with his mild spectacled eyes and his furry ears wagging as he walked.

It was unbelievable!--and the sun shining on him quite as impartially as it shone on me.
Coming at last to a pleasant bit of woodland, where a stream ran under the roadway, I said: "Stranger, let's sit down and have a bite of luncheon." He began to expostulate, said he was expected in Kilburn.
"Oh, I've plenty for two," I said, "and I can say, at least, that I am a firm believer in cooperation." Without more urging he followed me into the woods, where we sat down comfortably under a tree.
Now, when I take a fine thick sandwich out of my bag, I always feel like making it a polite bow, and before I bite into a big brown doughnut, I am tempted to say, "By your leave, madam," and as for MINCE PIE-----Beau Brummel himself could not outdo me in respectful consideration.

But Bill Hahn neither saw, nor smelled, nor, I think, tasted Mrs.Ransome's cookery.