Where are you going this hot day, Mis DeJong?Selina sat up very straight. To Bagdad, Mrs. Pool.ToWheres that? What for?To sell my jewels, Mrs. Pool. And to see Aladdin, and Harun-al-Rashid and Ali Baba. And the Forty Thieves.Mrs. Pool had left her rocker and had come down the steps. The wagon creaked on past her gate. She took a step or two down the path, and called after them. I never heard of it. BagHow do you get there?Over her shoulder Selina called out from the wagon seat. You just go until you come to a closed door. And you say Open Sesame! and there you are.Bewilderment shadowed Mrs. Pools placid face. As the wagon lurched on down the road it was Selina who was smiling and Mrs. Pool who was serious.The boy, round eyed, was looking up at his mother. Thats out of Arabian Nights, what you said. Why did you say that? Suddenly excitement tinged his voice. Thats out of the book. Isnt it? Isnt it! Were not really She was a little contrite, but not very. Well, not really, perhaps. But most any place is Bagdad if you dont know what will happen in it. And this is an adventure, isnt it, that were going on? People in disguise in the Haymarket. Caliphs, and princes, and slaves, and thieves, and good fairies, and witches.In the Haymarket! That Pop went to all the time! That is just dumb talk.
