American messenger . children they might go over to Do-Not Park and play there all the after-noon—only they must be sure not tobreak any of the park rules. This was a rare treat for the children,and they started off in high glee. Thesky seemed like a great wide canopy oftender blue stretched over them pro-tectingly, and the sunshine was just lov-ing-warm—not the least bit hot and un-comfortable—and the birds were singingsweet little freedom songs, somethinglike: Happy and free,Happy and free, We are as happy as we can be! So-are-we, so-are-we, so-are-we!sang the children, for they could nothel
American messenger . children they might go over to Do-Not Park and play there all the after-noon—only they must be sure not tobreak any of the park rules. This was a rare treat for the children,and they started off in high glee. Thesky seemed like a great wide canopy oftender blue stretched over them pro-tectingly, and the sunshine was just lov-ing-warm—not the least bit hot and un-comfortable—and the birds were singingsweet little freedom songs, somethinglike: Happy and free,Happy and free, We are as happy as we can be! So-are-we, so-are-we, so-are-we!sang the children, for they could nothelp singing something when everythingin all the world about them seemed tobe having such a good time! They soon reached the trim and beau-tiful Do-Not Park, for it was not veryfar from their home, and they justskipped through the gateway, they wereso light-hearted. Oh, what a soft, cushiony lawn! ex-claimed Marian. It looks just like yardsand yards of green velvet. Im going tolie right down on it and shut my eyes. You Can SnapYour Fingers at the ill effectsof caffeine whenyou change fromcoffee to POSTUM Theres a Reason and try to imagine that I am the Queenof the Park reclining on a couch ofdown. The downs are all in your talk, sis-ter, said Fred, with a look spreadingover his face that did not seem to har-monize at all with the happy and freesong of the birds. That sign there saysKeep off the grass. Oh! sighed Maid Marian, and theCloudy Feeling began creeping into herheart, crowding out some of the Happy-and-Free Feeling. They walked on around the curve tothe big fountain and stopped to watchthe dancing water-drops as they rose andfell and sparkled in the sunshine likediamonds. Its easy to imagine theyre dia-monds, said Marian, a bit was always imagining, Fredoften said, with a sniff of masculine con-tempt for any such weakness. Id rather be a water-drop any daythan a cold, hard diamond, he muttered,only I should think these water-dropsdget awfully tired ju
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