F O REWORD 



or let alone. A cushiony swing, an enchanted 

 auto it might run over mere folks hut stops 

 dead for a chicken lashins to eat, what you 

 will to drink in short a combination Del- 

 monico's plus the Garden of Eden and then 

 some. 



Naturally, I was loath to let in the outside 

 world on anything so gorgeous. But being in 

 literature for revenue only and having 

 hypnotized sundry editor-folk into a belief that 

 I can put outdoors on paper, I said "Here I 

 write. Not everything, of course but just 

 the staid, proper things that will not tread on 

 the corns of anybody's modesty." Result, what 

 follows these few incongruous remarks. The 

 Sells family are as generous as they are kind, 

 so didn't mind my making it known that they 

 had a corner on Paradise. 



Jesting aside, I am very, very happy, if what 

 I wrote shall be the means of returning to them, 

 in even the smallest measure, the pleasure they 

 have given me. In writing thus colloquially, 

 with the privileged impertinence which knows 

 its jest will be well taken, I have tried to say 



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