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Child, up here in this little valley arind in that beehive of a department store

seemed more remote than South Africa Unconsciously her first nervous

pace slackened She found herself taking long breaths of this clean air,

sweetened with the scent of growing things Why couldn't the world be

happy, since it was so beautiful? ItBasin, and the never-forgettable wonder of their love--hers and

Bud's

She was crying with the pain and the beauty of it when she heard the

first high, chirpy notes of a baby--her baby Lovin Child was picketed

to a young cedar near therocks at a chip with each rush to get a cru down Lovin Child was squealing and

jabbering, with now and then a real word that he had learned froone" was one and several

tiun" And of course he frequently

announced that he would "Tell a worl'" soold for which Cash and his Daddy Bud were

digging, away back in the dark hole He had on a pair of faded overalls

trimmed with red, mates of the ones on the rope line, and he threw rocks

iht hand and then his left, and soreatly distress the chipmunk, who knew

Lovin Child of old and had learned hoide the rocks alent of

their mark