"Yes," said Klein Piet. "I must be a liar, for I saw one."
When Oom Piet finished this tale, he was wont to knock out his pipe on the heel of his boot.
"But in the morning, when we went back to our work," he always added, "there was the chain—cut through!"
A FOOTPATH MORALITY
BY
LOUISE IMOGEN GUINE
Along the Hills, height after height
Tosses the dappled light;
Waters unhindered flow;
The cuckoo calls beyond the third hedgerow;