Dorothy had "been reading Puck of Pook's hill and was somewhat slow in answering her father's call.
"I wish',Paddy," she said, "that we lived in England!"
"Why, Dot? Isn't Texas good enough for you?"
"It's the Old Roman Roads that I want to see, and the magic of the thorn and the ash and Puck.Daddy, are ever going to England?"
"Oh, I see," sacl her father, and without answering her questio^ "Dot, bring me your geography."
With the. book in his hand, opened at a larg map of the United States, he began drawing slowily a line across the lower part o fin the country.
"But Daddy why are you marking my map all up?" she asked in distress.
He did not answer for a moment, but continued to trace a a line from St. Augustine, in Florida,across Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and Texas, and on through IIew Mexico, Arizona, And California, elec r to the Pacific Coast. "I gja just showing you, Sweetheart, that we have here in Texas, ane of the most famous highways of the wold, longer than any road that the Roman ever built, and just as picturesque. How would you like to take atrip over it this summer?"
"That would be lovely!" was the enthusiastic reply."Don't you wish, Daddy, that we could make magic, that would call up some one •'•like-Puck to tell us about the people who have passed over this road."
"Why not?"
"Because we don't know how, and beside we don't have the thorn and ash."
"Vie have plenty of mesquite a.nd cactus; learn to use native