In Winter Quarters 



"Well, you know we are waiting for 

 that editorial stuff." 



"Yes, I know, but I have 300 tulip 

 and crocus bulbs to put in yet, and the 

 water has to be shut off, and the storm- 

 windows put on the cottage, and we 

 are not through chopping wood. You 

 know we have to leave some back-logs 

 ready for use next April when we open 

 up again." 



"When will you be in?" 



"Next week." 



And so we are dragged within the 

 city walls. Thus do we pass inside the 

 gates that swing not open until the sun 

 gets back from Patagonia. 



As we turn into Lincoln Park West 

 we are greeted by snow flurries blow- 

 ing in from off the lake. I suppose it is 

 time we were back in town, and I am 

 thankful for this evidence that winter 

 is here. One season has drifted so im- 

 perceptibly into another that I scarcely 

 realized that the day I once so fondly 

 anticipated had at last arrived. I 

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