They couldn’t find Mt Hood. “I know it’s here,” Natalie insisted, “It’s on all the postcards."

“It doesn’t matter,” Babe said, “about Hood Mountain.” She was leaning over still another rose. Babe was sniffing almost every rose. “The garden’s nice enough,” Babe added. “Maybe the mountain moved?”

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