Excerpt from The Coraddi, Vol. 38: Member of the North Carolina Collegiate Press Association; March, 1934
This was the best place she had ever found. It was dangerous, for she had to climb up the shaky fence, crawl onto the top of the arbor, and then walk carefully over the springy net-work of Vines (which felt just like the mattress on her bed); or she might fall through a hole where the leaves were not so thick. But once on top, she was Tarzan in the jungle, or even the little prince with his tree house. When she thought Of the prince she thought of Mister Louis. He looked like a prince with his light yellow hair and nice blue eyes. He was her prince, and she was the lovely princess. Some day she was going to marry him, and they would live in a tree-house and pull food up in a basket tied to a rope. It was wonderful to think of always living with Mister Louis, hearing his big laugh and watching his eyes crinkle up at the corners. She shivered with delight.
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