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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



and the green of the lawns, and hear the booming 

 waves dashing high into spray, your pace quickens. 

 Leaving the others to do as they like, you go, brisk 

 and bare-headed, the whole length of the sea wall, 

 filling your lungs with the bracing air till they 



ache, happy in the joy of combating and conquer- 

 ing the stiff wind that whistles impishly across 

 your ears, touzles your hair, and flaps your skirts. 

 The big little girl takes off her shoes and stock- 

 ings, gathers up her dress, and joins the group 

 of tots who are wading and splashing on the 

 little beach by the German building, adding 

 their merry shouts to the noise of the surf as 



