THE END OF AN INFAIR Dorothy sat up in bed and looked about her. For a moment she did not realize where she was nor how she came to be in such a strange and charming room. Then from somewhere in the distance sounded a merry, musical voice, singing: “Old Noah of old he built an ark— One more river to cross! He built it out of hickory bark— One more riv——” The refrain was never finished. Dorothy was at the open window calling lustily: “Alfy! Alfy Babcock! Come right up here this very, very minute!” “Heigho, Sleepy Head! You awake at last? Well, I should think it was time. I’ll be right up, just as soon as I can put these yeller artemisias into Mis’ Calvert’s yeller bowl
THE END OF AN INFAIR Dorothy sat up in bed and looked about her. For a moment she did not realize where she was nor how she came to be in such a strange and charming room. Then from somewhere in the distance sounded a merry, musical voice, singing: “Old Noah of old he built an ark— One more river to cross! He built it out of hickory bark— One more riv——” The refrain was never finished. Dorothy was at the open window calling lustily: “Alfy! Alfy Babcock! Come right up here this very, very minute!” “Heigho, Sleepy Head! You awake at last? Well, I should think it was time. I’ll be right up, just as soon as I can put these yeller artemisias into Mis’ Calvert’s yeller bowl