"Elijah."
"Elijah what?"
"I don't think he had a last name."
"Where did he live?"
"Off in the East."
"If any one should write him a letter, asking him how he went up that
way, and addressed the envelope just Elijah, off in the Yeast--would he
get it?"
"Oh, no; he died long, long ago.
"Well, anyway, I am going up myself, some day, but not with horses.
Horses couldn't do it. When I go I shall go with a kite, a big kite
with a long string. I shall have a box kite. You know what a box kite
is?"
"I think so."
"Well, it will be a big box kite longer'n this room, with me sitting
inside and Luther Dean flying it. When it gets ten miles up in the air
I shall reach down with long scissors and cut the string."
As he stepped back to study the effect of this news, she found his
drowsy eyes were no longer drowsy, but wider open and all aglow with
enthusiasm. "That's my own idea!"