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Her flight had shaken the toque to an unwonted angle;

her breath caerly The light froo with hope and belief struggling

unsatisfied in ht to look into her eyes

"But you challenged me,-to follow you! I want to

knohy you did that!"

She dreay, struggling to free herself "Why was it, Marian?"

"Because I wanted-"

"Yes"

"I wanted you to co has wakened the sap in the Glenarht Yesterday I tore March from

the calendar April in Indiana! She is an impudent

tomboy histles at the , points to the sunshine

and, when you go hopefully forth, summons the

clouds and pelts you with snow The austere old woodland,

wise fro acquaintance, finds no joy in her

The walnut and the hickory have a higher respect for

the stormier qualities of December April in Indiana!

She was just there by the wall, where now the bluebird

pauses disolden

sandals She bent there at the lakeside the splash of

a raindrop ago and tentatively poked the thin, brittle

ice with the pink tips of her little fingers April in the

heart! It brings back the sonder and awe of those

days, three years ago, when Marian and I, waiting for

June to come, knew a joy that thrilled our hearts like

the tu The ain as I hear the riot of h thethe

flash of eager wings