blingly doing the work. He went on to his desk and was soon deeply absorbed, being vaguely conscious of a feeling of satisfaction that the kiddie next door was probably having a nap, since he was not running a newly acquired kiddie-car back and forth over their lanai and bumping into the rail at each end with a delighted squeal. For several days he had found himself waiting periodically for the bump and the squeal, and this temporary hiatus in the entertainment was very much to his taste. However, the peace did not last long; for in a few moments there came a series of bumps and clatters which would seem to indicate that the youngster was riding the car down the stairway; but as it continued for some moments, instead of ending in a crash and a scream, he decided that Fong was probably taking some soy pails of fresh crotons up to the roof sitting-room, and turned again to his work.
And as he turned, he caught a glimpse of a windswirled yellow frock, such as his neighbor always wore, disappearing around the curve of the road up the mountain. But no sooner had he attacked the keys of his typewriter, than the trundling of the kiddie-car began again, sounding even louder than usual. However, he took himself in hand to counteract it,—to convince himself that it was really too small a matter to be irritating, especially since it couldn't be helped; and besides, until this new steed had arrived, he had scarcely ever heard a sound
