been out for a hard drive that morning.

As he passed the Catholic Church he came upon Thea
and Thor. Thea was sitting in a child's express wagon, her
feet out behind, kicking the wagon along and steering by
the tongue. Thor was on her lap and she held him with one
arm. He had grown to be a big cub of a baby, with a con-
stitutional grievance, and he had to be continually amused.
Thea took him philosophically, and tugged and pulled
him about, getting as much fun as she could under her
encumbrance. Her hair was blowing about her face, and
her eyes were squinting so intently at the uneven board
sidewalk in front of her that she did not see the doctor
until he spoke to her.

"Look out, Thea. You'll steer that youngster into the
ditch."

The wagon stopped. Thea released the tongue, wiped
her hot, sandy face, and pushed back her hair. "Oh, no,
I won't! I never ran off but once, and then he didn't get
anything but a bump. He likes this better than a baby-
buggy, and so do I."

"Are you going to kick that cart all the way home?"

"Of course. We take long trips; wherever there is a side-