For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortall must put on immortalitie.

Audubon's art is like Warren's own, she observes, in that “his birds and his rats alike inhabit a world of beak and claw and fang, of ripped-open bellies and planted talons,” in the face of which “these striking vignettes of a man questionlessly happy in his environment map out for us a possible happiness.”

It is far from being what I should like to write about them, but perhaps enough has been said to forestate the problem as it appears to one who has traveled with these children and learned to know them “in the open.”

Such days as there was no window-dressing there was a mighty carrying and lifting of blocks and bales of goods into piles and stacks.