Transients in Arcadia - A Lickpenny Lover - Babes in the Jungle - Springtime a la Carte - İngilizce Hikayeler A2 Stage 2

Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, tran-sients forever--transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their lares et penates in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree.

As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attrac-tive young woman. Here the linked couple seated them-selves. The young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then ening her countenance and a with a lovely smile bright- tender pink tingeing her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, rounded cheeks, she When she eld out a little gray-gloved hand. spoke her proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak an be heard

Sue looked solicitously out of the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling bricks.