“Oh, Evan,” she said, wincing, “please, please don’t begin over again. You may find the wheel of the perambulator is loose or something,” she added hastily, to make her request sound like a kindly joke. She opened the window to say something to the nurse, and Strickland, who had come out into the garden, intoxicated with the atmosphere of nuptial gaiety, was heard carolling to the baby, as she pushed the perambulator up and down:
“It’s a—long, long trail a—winding
Unto the—land of—my dreams——”
“I always think that is so true,” said Susie with a little sigh.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.