IN THE PARK 101 



place. He miscalled every stream and waterfall. 

 And he was just as sure about his misstatements 

 as an almanac, as positive as a patent medicine ad. 



At the end of the first day, I called up Mr. 

 Haynes and sobbingly asked for relief and got it. 

 Dudgeon was detailed as our guide, philosopher 

 and friend, and he filled the bill. He shall have 

 a chapter all to himself, whether my publishers 

 like it or not. 



Well, at last, trunks had been ransacked, bags 

 packed and unpacked and repacked, and we were 

 off. The Cave of Gloom and I on the front seat; 

 the Lady and the Banker next, and the Little 

 Lady and Chuck and Spot together in the rear. 

 This was fortunate, as some of the college stories 

 they told the Little Lady would have horribly 

 shocked the Worm; in fact, he warned them 

 solemnly, in the middle of- a college song, that the 

 guards would arrest them if they sang any more 

 such. 



But not even the Blighted Being could wholly 

 squelch us. We were too happy. The road at 

 first lies through Christmas Tree Park, a great 



