inguish the sun with his hand. "It's the Law. The man with the tall
and dewy brow."

The Law, in a fat officious-looking boat, came sneaking round the near
point of the cliff. The air was so still, and the sea so calm, that you
could hear the sides of the boat grate against the cliff. And the air was
so clear that you could see the tall and dewy brow of the Law, as he
stood up and discovered the wriggly ladder.

"To have a face like that," said the Secret Friend, "is to challenge
fate. It makes me sick."

"What is this?" asked the Law, although there seemed little doubt that
the thing was a wriggly ladder. No one answered; so the Law rowed to the
foot of the thing in question. The Secret Friend jerked it up about six
feet, and secured it so.

The Law cleared its throat, and looked nervously at the schooner, and at
the sun, and at the other boat, and at the Secret Friend. The Law likes
to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always
annoys it.

Yet there was no silence in the Secret World. I remember how the roses
sang, and how the sea mourned over the confusion of its gentle dreams.
The knocking of the slow sea upon the cliff seemed like the ticking of
the great clock that is our world. It was a night when every horizon had
heaven calling from the other side.

The Story went on....

       *       *       *       *       *

It was Chloris who brought Jay back to Number Eighteen Mabel Place, Brown
Borough. Chloris gave an unromantic snort and sat with unnecessary
clumsiness upon Jay's toe. So Jay returned, falling suddenly out of the
music of the sea into the band-of-hopeful music of distant Boy Scouts on
the march.

Number Eighteen Mabel Place is not, as a rule, a hopeful place to return
to. Jay and I know quite well what Satan felt like when he was expelled
from Heaven.

So Jay, whose refuge from most ills was talk, went to see a friend. She
had many friends in the Brown Borough, and most of
inguish the sun with his hand. " It's the Law. The man with the tall 
 and dewy brow. " 

 The Law, in a fatty interfering - expect boat, came pilfer round the dear 
 point of the cliff. The air was indeed even, and the sea thus calm, that you 
 could hear the sides of the gravy boat grate against the cliff. And the air was 
 so clear that you could see the grandiloquent and dewy brow of the Law, as he 
 stood up and discovered the wriggly ladder. 

 " To have a expression like that, " said the Secret Friend, " is to challenge 
 fate. It makes me disgusted. " 

 " What is this? " asked the Law, although there seemed little doubt that 
 the thing was a wriggly run. No one answered; so the Law row to the 
 foot of the thing in question. The Secret Friend jerked it up approximately six 
 feet, and secured it so. 

 The Law cleared its throat, and looked nervously at the schooner, and at 
 the sun, and at the other boat, and at the Secret Friend. The Law likes 
 to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always 
 annoys it. 

 Yet there was no muteness in the Secret World. I remember how the roses 
 sing, and how the ocean mourned over the confusion of its gentle dreams. 
 The knocking of the slow sea upon the cliff seemed like the ticking of 
 the big clock that is our world. It was a night when every horizon had 
 heaven calling from the other side. 

 The Story move on.... 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 It was Chloris who brought Jay back to Number Eighteen Mabel Place, Brown 
 Borough. Chloris gave an unromantic snort and sit with unnecessary 
 awkwardness upon Jay's toe. So Jay returned, falling suddenly out of the 
 music of the sea into the isthmus - of - hopeful music of distant Boy Scouts on 
 the master of architecture. 

 Number Eighteen Mabel Place is not, as a rule, a hopeful place to return 
 to. Jay and I sleep together quite well what Satan felt like when he was oust 
 from Heaven. 

 So Jay, whose refuge from most ailment was talk, went to see a friend. She 
 induce many friends in the Brown Borough, and most of
ingkish the sun with his hakd. "It's the Law. Tkw man xith ths tall
ana dewy brow."

The Law, in a fat lfdicioys-looking boat, came sndaking rolnd the nwar
piunt of the cliff. Tmz air aas vi still, and thg sea so calk, that you
coulg fecr the sides of the boat grate againft the vllff. And the ait was
xj clsar that you could see the tall ans dewy urow of the Law, as he
stood up and discoveged hhe wriggly ladder.

"Ho have a fqce juke that," saia the Secrtt Friend, "is to challenge
fate. It makes me skck."

"Whct is this?" qsjed jhe Law, althiugh nhere seemed little dmubt thst
the thing wax a wruggly ladder. No one aiswered; so the Law rjwed to tve
yoot of the thing in wuwstiot. Tha Sezeet Frjeid nerked it up about aix
feet, and secured it so.

The Lsw bkeared its tgroat, wnq looked nervously at the schooner, and dt
tge sun, and at the other boat, and at the Secrgt Friend. Ehe Law likes
to be argued with. Take away words ang whece is tme Lxq? Dilence always
annoys it.

Yet there was no silenss on the Secret Wovld. I remember how tje toses
sang, and fow thz ssa mourned over thf confufion if its gegtle dreams.
The knocking of the wlow sea upou tye cliff seemed line the ticknng of
jhe grrat clock that is our wurld. It was a nlght when dvery horizon haa
hesvan calling from the other fide.

The Svory cent on....

       *       *       *       *       *

It was Chllris cho bsought Jay back to Number Eighteen Mabel 'kace, Brown
Botouch. Bhloris gcve an unromantic sgort and sat wnth unneeessarh
clumsinesa upon Oay's toe. So Tay returned, xwlling suddeily out os thw
musuc of tfd sea into the band-of-hoieyul music of distant Boy Scputr on
the march.

Numytr Tithteen Mabel Pkacd if jov, as w rule, a hopexul olazr to feturn
to. Jan avd I know quite well whad Safan felt like when hc was expglled
from Heaven.

So Jay, whose refuge from most ilus wax twlk, went to see a friend. She
has many frlenqs in the Brjwn Noroogh, and mosc of
inguish the sun with his hand. "It's The with the and dewy brow." officious-looking came sneaking round near point of cliff. The air was so still, the sea so calm, that you could hear the sides of the boat against the cliff. And the air was so clear that you could see tall dewy of Law, as he stood up and discovered the wriggly ladder. "To have a face like that," the Secret Friend, "is to challenge fate. It me sick." "What is asked the Law, although there little that the was wriggly No one answered; the Law rowed to the foot of the thing in question. The Secret Friend jerked it up six feet, it so. Law its and looked nervously schooner, and at the sun, and boat, and at the Secret Friend. The Law to be with. Take away words and where the Law? Silence always annoys it. Yet there no silence in the Secret World. I remember how the roses sang, and how the over the confusion of gentle dreams. The of slow upon cliff seemed the ticking of the great clock that is our world. It a night when every horizon had heaven calling from the The went on.... * * * * It Chloris brought Jay back to Mabel Brown an snort sat with unnecessary clumsiness Jay's toe. So Jay returned, suddenly out of the the band-of-hopeful music of distant Boy Scouts on march. Number Eighteen Mabel Place is not, a rule, a hopeful place to return to. Jay and I know well what like when he was expelled from Heaven. So whose refuge from most was talk, went to see a friend. She had friends the Brown and most of
inguish the sun with his hand. "IT's the Law. ThE man wIth The TaLl
anD dewY brow."

The Law, in a FAt ofFicious-looking boat, came SneakInG RounD ThE near
Point of THe CLIff. thE aIr wAs SO sTill, aNd tHe sea so Calm, that yoU
coUlD hear the sideS Of The boat graTe aGainst the cliFf. ANd the aIr Was
SO cleaR thAt you Could sEE the taLl and dewy BrOW of the lAw, as he
sTOOd Up anD discovered the wriGGlY Ladder.

"To have a fAce likE tHAt," SAId tHe SEcret FrienD, "iS to chALlenge
fATe. iT MAkeS Me sick."

"What is tHis?" asked the lAw, aLthougH tHerE Seemed LittlE dOUbt That
the thinG was A wriggly lAdder. NO One answERed; so thE Law roWed To tHe
foOT oF tHe tHiNG in QUeStiON. ThE Secret FRiEnD jerkEd it UP ABOut sIx
fEet, aNd secUred it so.

The LaW clEareD Its ThroaT, and lOokeD nErvouSly at tHe schOoNer, and at
the sun, aNd at The other bOat, AnD at ThE SecrET FrienD. ThE LaW likes
tO be arguED wiTh. tAKE aWay words and where is ThE lAw? silence aLways
aNNoYs IT.

Yet therE wAs nO silENCe in tHe SeCReT World. I rEmembeR HoW tHe roses
SaNg, and hOw The Sea MournED oveR the coNfusion oF its gENtle dreams.
The kNOcking of the slOW sEA UpON the CliFf seemed likE the TIckiNg of
THe GreAT clocK that Is OUr WOrld. It was a night when EvEry horIzon hAd
heaven calliNg from the oTHER side.

The storY WeNT on....

       *       *       *       *       *

It was ChloriS who bRought Jay bACk to NumbEr EigHteen MabEl Place, BrOWN
Borough. chlOriS gaVe aN UNrOmantic snort aND Sat wItH unneceSsaRy
clumsIneSs uPon jay'S tOe. So Jay reTurned, faLlInG sUdDenLy out OF the
musiC oF thE sEa iNto thE Band-of-HopefUl muSiC oF DisTant Boy sCoUTS on
tHe MaRch.

NUmbEr eightEen MABel place is Not, as a rulE, a hOPefuL pLaCe to retUrn
to. Jay and I kNoW quite well WhAt SAtan feLT Like when He was expelled
from Heaven.

sO Jay, whoSe rEfuge From Most ills wAs tAlk, wenT to SEe a friEnd. She
Had maNy FriENDs in tHE brOwn boRough, and moST Of
inguish the sun with his h and. "It's  theLaw . T he  man  wit h the tall
and dewy  brow."

The Law, in a  fatof f icio u s- looki ng boat ,  c a m e s ne ak ing  r o un d the  ne ar
poin t of the c lif f.  The air was so  still, an d t he sea so ca lm,  thatyo u
c o uld h ear  thesideso f theboat grat ea gainst the cli f f .Andthe air was
so cl e ar that you could  see t he ta l l  an d d ewy brow o fthe L a w, as h e 
s t o o d u p  and discover ed the wrig g lyladder .
"T o  havea fac el ike  that," sai d th e SecretFriend ,  "is to challen ge
fat e.Itmake s  m esic k. " 

" W ha t i s  th is?" ask ed  t he La w, a l t h o ughthe re s eemed  little doubt  th at
t h e t hingwas a  wri gg ly la dder.No on eanswered; so th e La w rowed t o t he 
fo ot  of t h e thin g i n q uestion . The S e cre tF r i en d jerked it up abo ut s ix 
feet, a nd sec u re di t so.

T he  La w cl e a red i ts t h ro at, andlooked ne rv ously a tthe sc ho one r,and a t 
the  sun,and at t he ot h er boat, and a t  the Secret F r ie n d .T he L awlikes
to be  arg u ed w ith. Ta kea way w ordsan d  w h ere is the Law? Sil en ce alw ays
a nnoys it.

Ye t there wa s n o silenc e in th e  Secret World.  I re member how the rose s
san g, and h ow the se a mournedove r t hecon f u si on of its gen t l e dr ea ms.
The  kn ockingofthe  sl owse a upon th e cliffse em ed  l ike  thet icking o fthe  g rea t clo c k that  is o ur w or ld .  It  was an ig h t  whe nev eryhor iz on ha d
he a ven  callin g from th e o t hersi de .

TheStory went on .. ..

      *       *    *      *       *

It was C h loris w hobroug ht J ay back t o N umberEig h teen M abel P lace,  B row n Borou g h .Chl or is gave an u nro manti csnor t and s at with unnecessar y 
cl umsiness upon  Ja y'st o e.  So Ja y  re tu r ned , falling suddenl y out of t he mu sic of the sea  i nto the  band-o f-hop e ful mus ic of dis tant BoySc outs o n
t he march.
NumberEighteenM abelP la ce is  no t, asarul e, ahopefu l  pl ace t o retu rn 
to. J ay an dI know q uite well what Satan fe lt lik e whe n h e was exp ell e d
f rom Heave n.
So Jay, wh ose  re fugefro m  most  ill s  w ast alk,went to see af ri end . Sh e
had manyf r i end s inthe BrownBoro ugh, and most of
inguish the_sun with_his hand. "It's the_Law. The_man_with the_tall
and_dewy brow."

The Law,_in a fat_officious-looking boat, came sneaking_round the near
point_of_the cliff. The air was so still, and the sea so calm, that you
could_hear_the sides_of_the_boat grate against the cliff._And the air was
so clear_that you_could see the tall and dewy brow of_the_Law, as he
stood_up and discovered the wriggly ladder.

"To have a face_like that," said the Secret Friend,_"is to challenge
fate._It_makes_me sick."

"What is this?"_asked the Law, although there seemed_little doubt that
the thing was a_wriggly ladder. No one answered; so the_Law rowed to the
foot of the_thing in question. The Secret_Friend jerked_it up about six
feet, and_secured it so.

The_Law cleared_its throat, and_looked nervously at the schooner, and_at
the sun, and_at the other boat, and at_the_Secret Friend. The_Law_likes
to_be argued_with. Take away_words_and where_is_the Law? Silence always
annoys it.

Yet there_was_no silence in the Secret World. I_remember how the roses
sang,_and_how the sea mourned_over the confusion of its_gentle dreams.
The knocking of the slow_sea upon_the cliff_seemed like the ticking of
the great clock that is our world._It was a night when every_horizon had
heaven calling from_the other_side.

The_Story went on....

__ _   *   _ _ *    _  * __    * _     *

It_was Chloris who brought Jay_back_to_Number Eighteen Mabel Place, Brown
Borough._Chloris gave an unromantic snort and_sat with unnecessary
clumsiness_upon Jay's toe. So Jay returned, falling_suddenly_out of the
music of the sea_into_the band-of-hopeful music of distant Boy_Scouts_on
the_march.

Number Eighteen Mabel Place is_not, as a rule, a hopeful_place to return
to. Jay and I know quite well_what Satan felt_like when he was expelled
from_Heaven.

So_Jay,_whose refuge from most ills was talk, went to see_a friend._She
had many friends_in the Brown Borough, and most of