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"Intelligence," said Dick pompously, "is the tree of life in man, and

the flower in woman--and one does not presued his ainst it," he said, "with you three fresh from

the academic halls But I can tell you you'll feel pretty lonely out

here The street-car conductors don't talk Sanskrit in the West They

talk Swede"

"Oh, this,--this is ho up as if to shake

off the conversation "You don't kno I love it! It's fresh and

vigorous and its face is forward" She flung out her ar h she were an e to us, please, Madeline," said Dick

"Very well, I will," she said "I'll sing you a song I made ain Perhaps it will

tell you how I feel, for it's a song of Minnesota" She turned and

nodded to Mr Davison, and then slipped through the doors to the roo shadows of afternoon lay across the lawn, and the grass, ht, clasped the dazzling blue of the

quiet waters The three men stretched themselves in their easy chairs,

as a stroked kitten stretches itself, with a lounging abandon which is

forbidden to their sisters, as Madeline's voice rose fresh and true and

touched with the joy of youth

"Ho, ind off the prairie;

Ho, north wind off the pine;

Ho,wine;

Ho, ;

Ho, fallow, field and fen;