outside of mine, showed me how to
"work up" till we were sweeping with
a fine momentum through the air. We
shrieked with excitement, and urged
each other on to more and more frantic
exertions. We were like two birds, but
to birds flying is no novelty. With us
it was, which made us happier than
birds. But I, for my part, was no more
delighted with my swift flights through
the air than I was with the shining eyes
and flashing teeth of the girl opposite
me. I liked her strength, and the way
in which her body bent and swayed.
Once more, she seemed like a wood-
child -- a wild, mad, gay creature from
the tree. I felt as if I had drawn a play-
mate from elf-land, and I liked her a
thousand times better than those
proper little girls who came to see me
of a Saturday afternoon.

Well, there we were, rocking and
screaming, and telling each other that
we were hawks, and that we were fly-
ing high over the world, when the anx-
ious and austere voice of my mother
broke upon our ears. We tried to stop,
but that was not such an easy matter
to do, and as we twisted and writhed,