VI The Bed-Maker Of Monteverde

More Books

More by this Author

Somehow it made me think of my mother and father far away in Puddleby, with their regular habits, the evening practise on the flute and the rest--doing the same thing every day. I felt sort of sorry for them in a way, because they missed the fun of this traveling life, where we were doing something new all the time--even sleeping dif-ferently. But I suppose if they had been invited to go to bed on a pavement in front of a shop they wouldn't have cared for the idea at all. It is funny how some people are.