clay. And at the upper end of the glen, is a tall cascade, which they say is a hundred and ten feet high, and the water falls into a clear, rocky pool and—
"But there, Chet, this is The Case of the Type-writer, and if I get to talking about outdoor things, you know what will become of everything else!
"There were quite a number of Christian Scientists at the Inn, and there is a church building that the Scientists put up for themselves. It is a wee little one; but on that lovely, shady village street, where everything is quiet and beautiful, it looked just as good to me as some of the great, big, handsome ones that I have seen in cities. I have never seen a city anywhere nearly so beautiful as that little village of twenty-five hundred people;—even our town is clumsy compared with it, and the world doesn't joggle as it turns around, there.
"Father was there for only three days, and then left me to come on to Chicago alone. Uncle Fred is still here; but Aunt Fannie has gone away on a visit, and so he is staying at a hotel on the South Side. Father said for me to get off
