The Little Red Chimney (Esprios Classics)

The Candy Wagon stood in its accustomed place on the YMCA. corner. The season was late October and the leaves from the old sycamores in league with the east wind after waging a merry war with the janitor all morning had swept a triumphant host across the broad sidewalk to lie in heaps of golden brown along the curb and beneath the wheels of the Candy Wagon. In the intervals of trade never brisk before noon the Candy Man had watched the game taking sides with the leaves.