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She smiled in amused reminiscence of the secret tears she had wept

over absurd things--of the funerals held for birds found dead--of

the "Three Grains of Corn" poeuish

Little golden flashes of recollection lighted the idle path as her

thoughts wandered along hazy hich led back to her own nursery

days; and she rested there, in h the

stillness of the afternoon

She missed the rattle and noise of New York It was a little too

tranquil in Fort Greene Place; yet, when she listened intently,

through the city's old-fashioned hush, very far away the voices of

the great seaport were always audible--a ceaseless har on the East River, ferry-boats on

the North River, perhaps some mellow, resonant blast fro for the Narrows Always the

street's stillness held that singing murmur, vibrant with deep

undertones froe spicy odours, too, soar

wharves, le with the scent of

lilac and iris in quiet, sunny backyards where ashed fences