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102 The leader, an elderly ape, placed in her chair a nice, comfortable cushion—it was of fly paper with the soft side up—and the trombone hospitably offered her a peanut.



When Angie bit it open, she found it stuffed with a toothsome but energetic black beetle. But, despite her fatigue, Angie was not hungry.

Little things like that, however, show how even the higher mammals can be affected by innocence and idiocy and other things with small black i’s like Angie’s. It is a beautiful thought, but beautiful thoughts are like church steeples—one cannot dwell on them long.

Have you ever, dear reader, met a person