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 She came to him fragrant and warm in her padded blue-silk dressing gown. His face was cold and glowing.

"Heavens! What an hour! Well, wait, and I'll get dressed and we'll take a walk, shall we? Mother's going to have the place full of storage men and things all day. Isn't it the limit?"

In the Park the gray squirrels rippled across the paths.

"The pine woods at home are full of squirrels. Wait till I get you out in those woods in old clothes."

Evelyn instantly felt that her soul's desire was a country life, away from the turmoil of the city.

"Joe, will I ever see them? Is it real?"

"You bet your life it's real!"

"Let's not wait too long"

The branches of the cherry trees were piled with light snow. "They're prettier this way than when they bloom, really; they're such a dirty pink."

"What are?"

"What are what? I don't know, Joe, I don't remember what we were talking about."

Apprehensive children, sunk into joggled bundles on Shetland ponies, were led past them; little boys shouted under an echoing arch. They went into the hot stuffy bird house. No one was there but a slow old German, peering through his glasses at the flamingoes with their long dangling legs and pink, black-tipped bills. They