60 Make-Beheve

“It is the fact, I assure you,” said the
Visitor. ‘“ There was a manonce.....

“QO, if it is a story, . .” cried Doris.

“Yes, there is a story, but I don’t think
I will tell you about that man. He would
not interest you. He always took pickles.
But did you ever hear of the fox that loved
the grapes because they were green?”

‘They were ripe and black,” said Doris,
“but he called them green when he found
they were not for him.”

“That is.one story,” said the Visitor,
“but in mine the fox loved the grapes
because they were green. He, too, could
not get them.”

“Tt is a new story, then,” said Doris.
“Will you tell me?”

“Once upon a time there was a land
where all the fields were vineyards. The
people did nothing but grow grapes, and
make them into wine, and others came
from over sea, bringing corn and spices
and clothing and jewels, to exchange for
the wines made in that country.