A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

before. Name of the asylum, likely."

It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome

as Sunday. The air was full of the smell of flowers, and the buzzing of insects,

and the twittering of birds, and there were no people, no wagons, there was no

stir of life, nothing going on. The road was mainly a winding path with

hoofprints in it, and now and then a faint trace of wheels on either side in the

grass - wheels that apparently had a tire as broad as one's hand.

Presently a fair slip of a girl, about ten years old, with a cataract of golden

hair streaming down over her shoulders, came long. Around her head she wore a

hoop of flame-red poppies. It was as sweet an outfit as I ever saw, what there

was of it. She walked indolently along, with a mind at rest, its peace reflected

in her innocent face. The circus man paid no attention to her; didn't even seem

to see her. And she - she was no more startled at his fantastic makeup than if

she was used to his like every day of her life. She was going by as

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