CHAPTER IX

A LITTLE YELLOW FLAME There’s rest and peace and plenty here, and eggs and milk to spare; The scenery is calm and sane, and wholesome is the air; The folk are kind, the cows behave like cousins unto me— But, please the Lord, on Monday morn I’m leaving Arcady. —_Victor J. Daley._ AS she had predicted, Mrs. Brown had not found idleness during the morning hours. The individual who is popularly supposed to supply mischief for unoccupied hands could never be said to number Brown…