1 6 ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



downy gray buds of pink and white hepaticas; 

 to your feet the soft touch of springy sun-warmed 

 soil. Next Saturday the very next Saturday 

 for then the children are free, you will go for 

 your Easter hepaticas. Weariness has vanished, 

 and when the garden door closes, you hasten 

 home to tell the glad news. 



I hasten to tell it to Mother; but she knows 

 already. Everybody knows ! The boys are play- 

 ing marbles in the street. The girls are jumping 

 rope on the walk. Mother has heard the robin's 

 song. The big little girl has caught the crocuses 

 peeping through the grass. 



It is so marvelous and so sudden, this wonderful, 

 ever-new miracle of the opening spring ! Yes- 

 terday it was cold, bleak winter. Today the sun 

 shines warm, the wind is balmy. Presently it 

 rains softly. It thunders a little. Buds swell 

 and burst. Every green thing answers to the call. 

 We too hear and answer, and Saturday we go 

 to the North Shore, to one of the ravines that all 

 the way from Winnetka to Lake Forest seam the 

 bluffs and make the suburbs beautiful. 



Somehow we like Glencoe best. Up the trolley 

 track from the station, we turn in at a gap in the 

 fence and eagerly make for a spot where the 

 fresher green marks the beginning of a depression 



