- engulfing mufflers of the old coach days,
- and mittens made for giant sloths;
- zebra scarfs of a substance like silky gum that could be tug-o'-warred down to the galoshes;
- blinding tam-o'-shanters like patchwork tea cozies
- and bunny-suited busbies
- and balaclavas for victims of head-shrinking tribes;
- from aunts who always wore wool next to the skin there were mustached and rasping vests that made you wonder why the aunts had any skin left at all;
- and once I had a little crocheted nose bag from an aunt now, alas, no longer whinnying with us.
- And pictureless books in which small boys, though warned with quotations not to, would skate on Farmer Giles's pond and did and drowned;
- and books that told me everything about the wasp, except why.
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