A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



a negligee shirt and baseball shoes ; and every time 

 Griselle laughs and claps her hands I will smell 

 the spring lilacs again.&quot; 



Now, this was going back to first principles. 

 Talk about renewing one s youth, it would 

 be renewing one s infancy. It isn t often that a 

 man of forty gets the opportunity to play at Paul 

 and Virginia and have the robins come and 

 cover him up so that he will not recognize his 

 own sentimentalism. To be a real, honest, rural 

 swain for a while and have a maid hang innocently 

 on your arm gosh to hemlock what would 

 there be left for the pellucid emotions but to buy 

 an accordion and learn to play &quot; I Would Not 

 Live Always &quot; and &quot; Listen to the Mocking 

 bird &quot; on it ? These pipings of Arcady come to 

 a man when his turtle-dove is a mocking-bird, 

 and he has acquired the art of leaning up against 

 a tree properly, and watching the season go by, 

 instead of the afternoon belles under the club 

 window. Charlie and I might even try to crawl 

 under the canvas if the pristine impulse did not 

 give out; at all events, we could eat gingerbread 

 on the same plane of enjoyment. 



Presently Charlie and Griselle made their ap 

 pearance. &quot; Did you hear the circus band ? &quot; I 

 asked. &quot;The show stays over to-morrow.&quot; 



&quot; And we ought to take Griselle,&quot; exclaimed 

 the instinctive Charlie, beginning to clap his 

 hands and jump up and down in a kind of St. 

 Vitus s dance. 



&quot; We ? &quot; I inquired, with a mock parental 

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