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very hard to represent in clay. Everybody was very much excited about Marion's statue and ^especially that clay cloak flying in the wind, it was generally felt that Montezuma was quite remarkable for a third-grade child and that it should be taken down to the Art Institute to see if it could be cast. As I remember, this was done, but somehow the cloak came back thicker, less wafery and ^in the end Montezuma looked more like a bat than an Inca. It was too bad.

    As a beginner, my ^outward life was quieter

and more commonplace. It began a little little ^later in the morning with poppy-seed rolls, still hot from the neighboring bakery eaten at the round table in the dining room. Above the ? of that polished red mahogany table hung crossed out: one of those ^a green glass shadecrossed out: s casting a which cast its comfortable Victorian light in a wide circle below. I lost track of that milky green lampshade when we moved away from the State Street house and it was not until ^some 20 years later a long time afterwards that I saw