I drove away from the mighty smells 
and sounds of that unfortunate mass of 
seething life, subjected to the will of a 
dozen men, Van Anden the worst of 
the lot. And as we went silently 
through the sweet cool air, crisp as 
an October leaf, where a_ bluebird 
was twittering a wing-free song on 
the poplar yonder, where silver-turned 
willows were gently swaying, and a 
jolly chipmunk was rippling from log 
to stone, I wondered whether the New- 
port girl had really done so wrong after 
all. 
> 
Ss 
wico7iamgznia SZ 
