Yes, life was queer. . .

Almost not worth while to try to be athletic-she didn't really like
being athletic, anyway . . . she hoped they'd had the ordinary human
decency to give Gypsy just a little bit . . . Gypsy was a darling .
. . that wavy tail and those bright soft eyes and the white star . .
. but you don't have to be really athletic to ride a pony--you don't
have to wear breeches and do things like that . . . Arthur wasn't so
much, anyway--he had freckles and red hair and there was nothing
romantic about him. . . Sir Galahad would never have been so scared
of Mr. Picker--he wouldn't have shoved the blame off onto a maiden
in distress. . . No, and she didn't think the King of Spain would,
either . . . Or Rev. MacGill. . . There were lots of things just as
good as being athletic . . . there were . . . lots of things . . .

A moonbeam crept up the white sheet, to kiss the eyelids closed in
sleep.




CHAPTER VIII

A HAPPY DOWNFALL


Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?--A fitful tongue of fickle flame.
And what is prominence to me, When a brown bird sings in the apple-
tree? Ah, mortal downfalls lose their sting When World and Heart