"I HAD an awfully good time in Columbus. The very first day, Mabelle took me up through the ravine,—the one into which their street runs and gets lost, and then finds itself again at the upper end. It is the loveliest, wildest place, with great trees and a tangle of bushes and undergrowth, and perfectly alive with birds and squirrels; and golden-rod and purple asters were everywhere. Mabelle's white rabbit, Son Riley, and her cat, Buzzer, went along, and chased each other through the long grass and weeds, and had the finest time ever. There were a lot of great boulders all along the bottom of the ravine, and I got pretty much interested when Mabelle told me how some of them were meteors, and some glacial stones, and pointed out which was which. We got back just in time for lunch, and climbed the terraces to their house. You see, when they cut the street through the bottom of the ravine, they put the houses up on the top of the bank, and then terraced the front yards; but the vacant lots are
