25 David and Laura

Sesha, a little Chinese glass bell, with all purposes these songs do their part, and one tragedy is both great and small.

Perhaps we employ these songs for a definite reason. Perhaps the subconscious is trying to lift us above the shambles and remnants of sorrow by this mechanism of healing. But when the songs are no more, when they fade and die, we are prey to ugly harmonies that bear no relationship to the song.

They play across our minds like the discordant cacophony of pounding hammers the pom-metal pound pound pounding day and night and the brain and show just a moment to our story starring Miss Merriam Hopkins her newspaper ending within her mind her great Mrs. Carter hold her in a way I've got it Jerry got it

now turn around this way will you make this card please oh please oh please Carter you're taking your husband up to New London for very long Tell you please let me alone even now. What do you report of hot to do this to me today?

Sorry, Mr. Carter. We're all sorry for your honest, but you're here, you see? We've got to ask you these things. Oh, it doesn't matter. What do you want to know? We won't bother you after this.

Not till you marry again or something. Marry again. Think you'll ever marry another man, Mr. Carter? I wish I never had to see her speak to a man again as long as I live. Three, that's good topic.

Have you heard from a glory that day, Mr. Carter? No. How do you feel, Mr. Carter? She's crippled for life, you know. If she doesn't consent, I don't know how to do it. Did you ever meet her?