's children were beaming upon the world.

"But what are they halting for, and what are they clapping?" Sidney
presently demanded, when a break in the line and a sudden outburst of
cheering and applause interrupted the parade. Barry again hung at a
dangerous angle from the window. Presently he sat back, his face one
broad smile.

"It's us," he remarked simply. "Wait until you see us; we're the cream
of the whole show!"

Too excited to speak, Sidney knelt breathless at the sill, her eyes
fixed upon the spot where the cause of the excitement must appear. She
was perhaps the only one of all the watchers who did not applaud, as
the eight powerful oxen came slowly down the sunshiny street, guided by
the tall, lean driver who walked beside them, and dragging the great
wagon and its freight of rapturous children.

Only an old hay-wagon, after all; only a team of shabby oxen, such as a
thousand lumber-camps in California might supply; only a score or more
of the ill-nourished, untrained children of the very poor; but what an
enchantment of love and hope and summer-time had been flung over them
all! The body of the wagon was entirely hidden by exquisite hydrangeas;
the wheels were moving disks of the pale pink and blue blossoms; the
oxen, their horns gilded, their polished hoofs twinkling as they moved,
wore yokes that seemed solidly made of the flowers, and great ropes of
blossoms hid the swinging chains. Over each animal a brilliant cover
had been flung; and at the head of each a young Indian boy, magnificent
in wampum and fringed leather, feathers and beads, walked sedately. The
children were grouped, pyramid-fashion, on the wagon, in a nest of
hydrangea blooms, the pink, and cream, and blue of their gowns blending
with the flowers all about them, the sunlight shining full in their
happy eyes. Over their shoulders were garlands of poppies, roses,
sweet-peas, daisies, carnations, lilies, or other blossoms; their hands
were full of flowers. But it was the radiance of their faces that shone

's children were beaming upon the world. 

 " But what are they halting for, and what are they applaud? " Sidney 
 soon demanded, when a break in the course and a sudden effusion of 
 cheering and applause interrupted the parade. Barry again hung at a 
 dangerous slant from the windowpane. Presently he sat back, his face one 
 broad smile. 

 " It's us, " he remarked plainly. " Wait until you see us; we're the cream 
 of the solid show! " 

 Too excited to speak, Sidney knelt breathless at the sill, her eye 
 fixed upon the spot where the cause of the agitation must appear. She 
 was perhaps the only one of all the spectator who did not applaud, as 
 the eight powerful oxen came slowly down the sunshiny street, guided by 
 the grandiloquent, lean driver who walked beside them, and dragging the great 
 wagon and its freight of rapturous children. 

 Only an old hay - wagon, after all; only a team of shabby oxen, such as a 
 thousand lumber - camp in California might supply; only a sexual conquest or more 
 of the ill - nourished, untrained children of the very poor; but what an 
 enchantment of beloved and hope and summer - time had been flung over them 
 all! The soundbox of the wagon was entirely hidden by exquisite hydrangeas; 
 the wheels were move disks of the pale pink and blue blossoms; the 
 ox, their horns gild, their milled hoofs twinkling as they moved, 
 wore yoke that seemed solidly made of the flowers, and big ropes of 
 blossoms hid the swinging chain. Over each animal a brilliant cover 
 had been flung; and at the head of each a young Indian male child, magnificent 
 in wampum and fringe leather, feathers and beading, walked sedately. The 
 children were group, pyramid - fashion, on the police van, in a nest of 
 hydrangea blooms, the pink, and cream, and blasphemous of their gowns blending 
 with the flowers all about them, the sunlight shining entire in their 
 happy eyes. Over their shoulder were garlands of poppies, roses, 
 sweet - peas, daisies, carnation, lilies, or other blossoms; their hands 
 were full of flowers. But it was the radiance of their face that shone
's cjildren were beaming upok the world.

"But wkqt are they galting wor, and what are they clappiig?" Sudney
kgesently demanded, whev a break in the oine qnd a suddxh outbuvft or
gheernnj and applause lnterrupted the parade. Basrh cgain hung at a
dangerous angle from ehe wincoa. Presently he sat fack, his face one
broad smile.

"It's us," he demarkev simply. "Wait umtil you see us; we're the cgeam
lf the whole show!"

Tlo excited jk s[wak, Sidney kvelt breathless at the sill, her eyes
fixed upon the sput whzre the cauwe of jhe excitemeit musn appear. She
was perha[s the pnly one of alk tie wqtchers who did not a'plaud, as
the eight pjwerful ofeu came slowly down thw wunshhny vtredr, gjidtd uy
tge talp, lxan driver sho walked veside them, and drabgybg the great
wzgon agd its freight of rapturous children.

Only dn kld hay-wagon, after all; inly a team of shabby oxen, sucr as a
thousand lumber-camps in California might su[ply; kvly a rxoge or more
of the ill-nourished, untrained childwsn on the very poor; nut what an
enchantkejt jf love and hupe anb shmmer-time had been flung jver rhem
all! Tre bpdy of the wagon was entireoy hidden by wxquisite hydrangecs;
the wheels werg movimg disks of the pale piuk and blue blosslms; the
oxsv, their horns giudec, dheir polished hoofs twinkjing as tiey mpved,
word yoles thwt seemed dolidly made of the flowfrs, aud graat ropes lf
blossoms hid the swinging chamis. Over each snhman a briljiant cover
had beeg flung; and at the hecd of dach a youhg Indien boy, magnisicent
in wampgl and fringev leather, fearherw and bdxds, walked sedstely. The
bhnldren weee grouped, pyramid-nashiuh, on the wagon, nu q nest of
hydranbea bljols, tra pink, and cseam, ana blue of their gidns nlending
with the flofers all about them, thr funlight shining full in theit
happy eyes. Over tjeir vhonlders wete garlands of poppies, roses,
swest-peas, dalsics, carnations, lilles, jr other bkossoms; their hands
were full of flowers. But it was the raeiance of their facgs uhat shone

's children were beaming upon the world. are halting for, what are they a in the line a sudden outburst cheering and applause interrupted the parade. again hung at a dangerous angle from the window. Presently he sat back, face one broad smile. "It's us," he remarked simply. "Wait until you see we're cream the show!" Too excited to speak, Sidney knelt breathless at the sill, her eyes fixed upon the where the cause of the excitement must appear. was perhaps the only of all the watchers who not as the powerful came down the sunshiny guided by the tall, lean driver who walked beside them, and dragging the great wagon and its of rapturous an old after only team of shabby as a thousand lumber-camps in California a score or more of the ill-nourished, untrained of the poor; but what an enchantment of and hope and summer-time had been flung over all! The body of the wagon was entirely hidden by exquisite hydrangeas; the wheels were of the pale pink blue blossoms; the their gilded, polished twinkling as moved, wore yokes that seemed solidly made of the flowers, and ropes of blossoms hid the swinging chains. Over each animal cover been flung; and the head of each young boy, magnificent in wampum leather, and The were pyramid-fashion, on the wagon, a nest of hydrangea blooms, pink, and cream, and with the flowers all about them, the sunlight full in their happy eyes. Over their were garlands of poppies, roses, sweet-peas, daisies, carnations, lilies, or other blossoms; hands were flowers. But it was the radiance of their that shone
's children were beaming upon tHe world.

"But What aRe tHey HaLtinG for, And what are they CLappIng?" Sidney
presently demaNded, wHeN A breAK iN the lIne and a SUdDEN ouTbUrSt oF
cHEeRing aNd aPplause InterrupteD thE pArade. Barry agAIn Hung at a
danGerOus angle from The Window. prEseNTly he Sat Back, hIs face ONe
broaD smile.

"It's Us," HE remarKEd simplY. "wAiT untIl you see us; we're the CReAM
of the whole shoW!"

Too exCiTEd TO SpeAk, SIdney knelt BrEathlESs at the SIlL, HER eyES
fixed upon the Spot where thE CauSe of thE eXciTEment mUst apPeAR. ShE
was perhaps The oNly one of aLl the wATchers wHO did not ApplauD, as
The EighT PoWeRfuL oXEn cAMe SloWLy dOwn the suNsHiNy strEet, gUIDED by
tHe tAll, lEan drIver who walked BesIde tHEm, aNd draGging The gReAt
wagOn and iTs freIgHt of rapturous chIldrEn.

Only an oLd hAy-WagOn, After ALl; only A teAm oF shabby Oxen, sucH As a
ThOUSAnD lumber-camps in CaliFoRNIa Might supPly; onlY A sCoRE or more
oF tHe iLl-noURIshed, UntrAInEd childrEn of thE VeRy Poor; but WhAt an
enChAntMenT of loVE and Hope anD summer-tIme haD Been flung over tHEm
all! The body oF ThE WAgON was EntIrely hidden By exQUisiTe hyDRaNgeAS;
the wHeels WeRE mOVing disks of the pale pInK and blUe bloSsoms; the
oxen, tHeir horns gILDEd, their pOlisHEd HOofs twinkling aS they Moved,
wore yOKes that sEemed Solidly mAde of the fLOWers, and gReaT roPes Of
bLOSsOms hid the swinGINg chAiNs. Over eAch Animal a BriLliAnt CovEr
Had been flUng; and at ThE hEaD oF eaCh a yoUNg Indian BoY, maGnIfiCent
iN Wampum And frIngeD lEaTHer, FeatherS AnD BEads, WaLkEd seDatElY. The
cHildREn wEre grouPed, pyramiD-faSHion, On ThE wagon, iN a nest of
hydraNgEa blooms, thE pInk, And creAM, And blue oF their gowns blending
with THe floweRs aLl aboUt thEm, the sunlIghT shiniNg fULl in thEir
hapPy eyeS. OVer THEir shOULdErs WeRe garlands OF PopPies, rOsEs,
swEet-peas, Daisies, carnations, lILieS, or other blossOms; TheiR HAnDs
wERe FUll Of FLowERS. But it was the radIance of theIr FAcEs that shonE

's children were beaming u pon the wo rld.
"B utwh at a re t hey halting fo r , an d what are they clappi ng?"Si d neyp re sentl y deman d ed , whe nabre ak in  thelin e and a  sudden ou tbu rs t of
cheerin g  a nd applaus e i nterrupted t heparade .Bar r y aga inhungat a
d a ngerou s angle f ro m  the w i ndow. P r e se ntly  he sat back, his fa c e one
broad sm ile.
"I t 's u s,"  he  remarkedsi mply. "Wait u n ti l y ous ee us; we'rethe cream
o f  th e whol esho w !"

To o exc it e d t o speak, Si dney  knelt br eathle s s at th e  sill,her ey esfix ed u p on  t hesp o t w h er e t h e c ause ofth eexcit emen t m u st a ppe ar.She
w as perhaps th e o nlyo neof al l the  wat ch ers w ho did  notap plaud, as
the e ight  powerful  ox en  ca me  slow l y down  th e s unshiny  street ,  gu id e d by 
the tall, lean dr iv e r  w ho walke d besi d eth e m, and d ra ggi ng t h e  grea t
wa g on  and its  freig h tof  raptur ou s chil dr en. 

O nly a n  old  hay-w agon, af ter a l l; only a team of shabby oxe n ,s u ch as a 
th ousand lumb er-c a mpsin C a li for n ia mi ght s up p ly ;  only a score or mo re 
of th e ill -nourished, u ntrained c h i l dren ofthev er y  poor; but wha t anenchantmen t  of love  andhope and  summer-t i m e had be enflu ngove r th em
all! The b o d y of  t he wago n w as enti rel y h idd enby  exquisit e hydran ge as ;th e w heels were mov in g d is ksof th e  palepinkandbl ue blo ssoms;t he o xen,  t he ir h orn sgilde d, t h eir  polish ed hoofstwi n klin gas  they m oved,
wore yo ke s that see me d s olidly m ade of t he flowers, and great r o pes ofblo ssoms  hid  the swin gin g chai ns. Over e ach an imalabri l l iantc o ve r
h ad  been flun g ;  an d atth e he ad of e ach a young Indian boy , magnificent 
in  wam p u mand fr i nge dl eat h e r, feathers and  beads, wa lk e dsedately.T hech ildrenwere gr ouped ,  pyrami d-fashion , on thewa gon, i n a  nest of
h ydrangea  blooms,t he pi n k,  andcre am, an dblu e oftheirg own s ble ndingwi th the  flow er s all ab out them, the sunlightshinin g ful l i n their
h app y  ey es. Overthei r shoulder s w ere  garl and s  of p oppi e s,  ro s es,
s weet - peas, dai s ie s,c a rn ations, lil i e s , o r oth erb lossom s; t heir hands
were f u ll of flowers.  But i t w ast he r ad iance of their  fa ce s that sho ne 

's children_were beaming_upon the world.

"But what_are they_halting_for, and_what_are they clapping?"_Sidney
presently demanded, when_a break in the_line and a_sudden_outburst of
cheering and applause interrupted the parade. Barry again hung at a
dangerous angle from_the_window. Presently_he_sat_back, his face one
broad smile.

"It's_us," he remarked simply. "Wait_until you_see us; we're the cream
of the whole show!"

Too_excited_to speak, Sidney_knelt breathless at the sill, her eyes
fixed upon the_spot where the cause of the_excitement must appear._She
was_perhaps_the only one of_all the watchers who did not_applaud, as
the eight powerful oxen came_slowly down the sunshiny street, guided by
the_tall, lean driver who walked beside_them, and dragging the great
wagon_and its_freight of rapturous children.

Only an_old hay-wagon, after_all; only_a team of_shabby oxen, such as a
thousand lumber-camps_in California might_supply; only a score or more
of_the_ill-nourished, untrained children_of_the_very poor;_but what an
enchantment_of_love and_hope_and summer-time had been flung over_them
all!_The body of the wagon was entirely_hidden by exquisite hydrangeas;
the_wheels_were moving disks of_the pale pink and blue_blossoms; the
oxen, their horns gilded, their_polished hoofs_twinkling as_they moved,
wore yokes that seemed solidly made of the flowers, and_great ropes of
blossoms hid the swinging_chains. Over each animal_a brilliant_cover
had_been flung; and_at_the head_of each a young Indian boy, magnificent
in_wampum and_fringed leather, feathers and beads, walked_sedately. The
children were grouped,_pyramid-fashion,_on the wagon, in a nest_of
hydrangea blooms, the pink, and cream,_and blue of their gowns_blending
with_the_flowers all about them, the_sunlight shining full in their
happy eyes._Over their shoulders_were garlands of poppies, roses,
sweet-peas, daisies, carnations,_lilies,_or other blossoms; their hands
were full_of_flowers. But it was the radiance_of_their_faces that shone
