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But, before going home, she set down her bucket by the strealance toward the house to h the brush, and was lost to view She followed

a path that her own feet had made, and after a steep course upward,

came upon a bald face of rock, which stood out storh the backbone of the ridge This point of vantage

coe, a white oak, dwarfed, but

patriarchal, leaned out over an abrupt drop Noor

splendid view could be had within eneral that Sally had e Down below, across the

treetops, were a roof and a chimney from which a thread of smoke rose

in an attenuated shaft That was Spicer South's house, and Sanarled bowl of the white oak, and

waved toward the roof and chimney She cupped her hands, and raised

thereat distance,

then she whispered so low that only she herself could hear: "Hello, Saot to laugh, while her

eyes grew religiously and softly deep, then, turning, she ran down the

slope She had perfor devotions