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Paperback Bunko
First published January 1, 1963
Come, Josephine, in my flying machine,It's night, and he's almost got it inflated when he sees the next door neighbor's wife staring at him from the other side of the fence. Evidently, she's having trouble believing what she's seeing and wonders if she's dreaming. And when he calls to her using the Josephine song, she comes docilely without saying a word.
And it's up! we'll go
Up! we'll go
And in the solid construction of every one of those lost houses in that ancient photograph there had been left over the time, skill, money, and inclination to decorate their eaves with scrollwork; to finish a job with craftsmanship and pride. And time, too, to build huge wide porches on which families sat on summer evenings with palm-leaf fans.