"Hello, Margy," he said bashfully when he came upon her standing beside the low, white stone wall which surrounded the schoolyard, isolating it from the carefully landscaped forest and lakes beyond. "Hello, Clyde." "How are you today, Margy?" "I'm fine, Clyde. How are you?" "I'm fine, Margy.... Mind if I sit down here?" Feeling a little flutter of unnamed fear, she cried, "Go ahead. I don't own the wall." Clyde put his hands behind him, found the top of the wall, and drew himself up until he cou