QO ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



he likes the country; and it follows as a matter 

 of course that his long-suffering wife and Only 

 Child like the country too. The Only Child is 

 a girl of twelve. To be sure, there is another one 

 in the family, a baby of two, but she came too 

 late to affect in the least the character of the elder, 

 who is and always will be to all intents and pur- 

 poses an Only Child. 



They must go with us on our rambles; and 

 go they did, just once, to their discomfiture 

 and ours, and to our everlasting amusement, not 

 theirs. 



We knew the end as soon as we saw them at 

 our door ready to join us, and ran our eyes down 

 to their shoes. You can always tell by the shoes. 

 Theirs were neither old nor easy. The Only 

 Child was filmy and decorated, the mother was 

 starched and spotless. We groaned inwardly. 

 Our country tramps are neither over stone pave- 

 ments nor over golf sward, and clothes must 

 be old and stout and brown and woodsey. 



This day we had elected to go to Palos Park, 

 perhaps the favorite of all our resorts. It is real 

 country, with high, rolling wooded hills and a 

 babbly creek; real country, for its beauty is still 

 unknown to the multitude. We had no special 

 objective point, but meant merely to wander 



