you ask yourself?"

Clara J. looked tearfully at me for a moment; then she went over
and sat with Aunt Martha and told her how glad she was we were
moving to the country where the pure air would no doubt have a
soothing effect on my nerves because I certainly had grown
irritable of late.

At last we reached the little old log cabin down the lane and after
the first glimpse I knew it was all off.

The place I had borrowed from Bunch for a few minutes was a dream,
all right, all right.

With its beautiful lawns and its glistening gravelled walks; with a
modern house perfect in every detail; with its murmuring brooklet
rushing away into a perspective of nodding green trees and with the
bright sunshine smiling a welcome over all it made a picture
calculated to charm the most hardened city crab that ever crawled
away from the cover of the skyscrapers.

As for Clara J. she simply threw up both hands and screamed for
help. She danced and yelled with delight. Then she hugged and
kissed me with a thousand reiterated thanks for my glorious present.

I felt as joyous as a jelly fish. Ten-legged microbes began to
climb into my pores. Everything I had in my system rushed to my
head. I could see myself in the giggle-giggle ward in a bat house,
playing I was the king of England.