henry and his twin sister polly were left to their own devices. They were children in a time when

parents didn't worry about their children's whereabouts unless it was dinnertime or there were chores to do. henry and polly found a dime.  It was  a time when a dime meant a lot!  They thought about  getting a popcicle and splitting it but  settled on a bag of penny candy from the corner store. With that one magic dime they got two candy sticks, a pair of wax lips, a jawbreaker and 6 cinnamon bears.  They headed straight for the vacant lot.  It was like a wild meadow.  When deep into the thick of tall weeds and thatch their secret language started to flow. It was a tune that played in their heads as one and it had many many variations......like in syncopation, tempo, pitch and so on. It was loud then soft, fast and slow, sleepy and furious and so on according to their tandem moods.  Right now in the summer heated bug buzzing meadow in the middle of the block, the tune was a three quarter time hum...quite compatible with penny candy.