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“Smell the clouds!” said Annie Halliway.

Somebody had cut down a tree that used to be there. It made a lonely hole in the edge of the hill and the sky. Through the lonely hole in the edge of the hill and the sky you could see miles and miles. Way down in the valley a bright light glinted. It was as though the whole sun was trying to bore a hole in a tiny bit of glass and couldn’t do it.

Annie Halliway stretched out her arms towards the glint. And started for it.

I looked at Carol. Carol looked at me. We knew where the glint was. It was Old Man Smith’s house. Old Man Smith’s house was built of tea cups! And broken tumblers! And bits of plates! First of all, of course, it was built of clay or mud or something soft and loose like that! And while it was still soft he had stuck it all full of people’s broken dishes! So that wherever you went most all day long the sun was trying to bore a hole in it!–And couldn’t do it!

It seemed to be the glint that Annie Halliway wanted. She thought it was something new to braid in her hair, I guess. She kept right on walking towards it with her arms stretched out.

Carol kept right on looking at me. His mouth was all turned white. Sometimes when people talk to me I can’t understand at all what they mean. But when Carol looks at me with his mouth all turned white, I always know just exactly what he means! It made my own mouth feel pretty white!

“We shall be punished!” I said. “We’ll surely be punished if we do it!”

My brother Carol smiled. It was quite a white smile. He put out his hand. I took it. We ran down the hill after young Annie Halliway! And led her to the glint!

Old Man Smith was pretty surprised to see us. He was riding round the door-yard in his wheel chair. He rolled his chair to the gate to meet us. The chair squeaked a good deal. But even if he’d wanted to walk he couldn’t. The reason why he couldn’t is because he’s dumb in his legs.

“What in the world do you want?” he asked.

I looked at Carol. Carol looked at me. He kicked me in the shins. My thoughts came very quickly.

“We’ve brought you a young lady that’s lost her mind!” I said. “What can you do about it?”

Something happened all at once that made our legs feel queer. What happened was that Old Man Smith didn’t seem pleased at all about it. He snatched his long white beard in his hands.

“Lost her mind?” he said. “Her mind? Her mind? How dar’st you mock me?” he cried.

“We darsn’t at all!” I explained. “On account of the bears! We’ve read all about the mocking bears in a book!”

He seemed to feel better.

“You mean in the good book?” he said. “The Elijah bears, you mean?”

“Well, it was quite a good book,” I admitted. “Though my Father’s got lots of books on Tulips that have heap prettier covers!”

“U–m–m–m,” said Old Man Smith. “U–m–m–m—-. U–m—-m—-m.”

And all the time that he was saying “U–m—-m—-m–U–m—-m—-m,” young Annie Halliway was knocking down his house. With a big chunk of rock she was chipping it off. It was a piece of blue china cup with the handle still on it that she chipped off first.

When Old Man Smith saw it he screamed.

“Woman! What are you doing?” he screamed.

“Her name is Young Annie Halliway,” I explained.

“Young Annie Halliway–Come Here!” screamed Old Man Smith.

Young Annie Halliway came here. She was perfectly gentle about it. All her ways were gentle. She sat down on the ground at Old Man Smith’s feet. She lifted her eyes to Old Man Smith’s eyes. She looked holy. But all the time that she looked so holy she kept right on braiding the handle of the blue china cup into her hair. It cranked against the tin trumpet. It sounded a little like the 4th of July.