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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



sciously begins to hum "I know a bank whereon 

 the wild thyme grows," and laughingly we fall to 

 arranging exits and entrances for Oberon and 

 Titania and their fairy train. And all the small 

 mishaps of the day are laid to mischievous Puck. 



Reluctantly we turn our backs to this quiet 

 scene, and set our faces toward the wilder beauty 

 of the deepening ravine ahead. 



It is so steep now that to find secure footing we 



