enough," Old Tarwater crooned, as he laid on his son's back and
shoulders with the single-tree. "Observe, I ain't hitting you on
the head. My father had a gosh-wollickin' temper and never drew
the line at heads when he went after tar.--Don't jerk your elbows
back that way! You're likely to get a crack on one by accident.
And just tell me one thing, William, son: is there nary notion in
your head that I'm crazy?"

"No!" William yelped out in pain, as he danced about. "You ain't
crazy, father of course you ain't crazy!"

"You said it," Old Tarwater remarked sententiously, tossing the
single-tree aside and starting to struggle into his coat.

"Now let's all go in and eat."

Glen Ellen, California,
September 14, 1916.




STORY: THE PRINCESS




A fire burned cheerfully in the jungle camp, and beside the fire
lolled a cheerful-seeming though horrible-appearing man. This was
a hobo jungle, pitched in a thin strip of woods that lay between a