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perfect peace. Little do they know or care about 

 trouble. Twin tramps are they, heedless of the bur- 

 dens of life, careless of its future. Sufficient for 

 them that the afternoon sun is warm, the grass 

 thick and dry. Naught care they for the five-mile 

 homeward trudge, for neither is more than comfort- 

 ably tired, and when they rise refreshed they will 

 stride away as though they had just begun. 



And the little woman will have two glorious meals 

 all ready, for she knows what each can do in that 

 line when thoroughly in earnest. And she will be al- 

 most sinfully happy, for the first glance will tell that 

 things have gone well for at least one November 

 day. 



