Excerpt from Jerry the Dreamer On such a summer evening Jerry Drew crossed the bridge, without noticing the woods -or the dam or anything at all that the two gray eyes under his black, thick, straight brows could see, for he was really looking at things much more wonderful and interesting to him - things far off. Half-way over the bridge he did glance down the stream with a momentary interest in the view. He thought, It's the last time I'll see it, and he was glad. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.