at he quite oftencarried a book under his arm--a history or a volume of Dickens or thetales of Edgar Allan Poe. The little city was proud of its scenery, and justly so: circled withbluffs, with Holliday's Hill on the north, L It is not surprising that Goodman did not recognize this at the moment. When they took their departure Ramses promised to speak to his mother about a date for the fantasia.
She watched curiously as he selected the suit he intended to wear. Hewas full of schemes, as usual, and his brother counsels him freely. The scratches were deeper than he had realized, ragged and ugly. The little dangling bunches seemeduntouched.
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