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There was a lace of faintthe creek and beyond, when John and

Helen reached their bench (of course they went back there), and broken

roundelays were croaking fros

held carnival in resentment of the lonesomeness The air was still and

close Hundreds of fire-flies coquetted with the darkness a fro their

little lanterns for a second to glow again froreen; a lazy cloud drifted in it and lapped itself

athwart the n the skies for us each day and night, I think,"

Helen said, as she dropped a little scarf from her shoulders and leaned

back on the bench "It must be the only way to keep them happy and busy

'up there' They let them take turns, and those not on duty, probably

float around and criticise"

"They've given a good ht," said John; "soh I think I've seen a

Turner sunset or two in Plattville"

"It was a sculptor's sunset this evening Did you see it?--great massy

clouds piled heap on heap, ale didn't think it elo gets a chance rather often, doesn't he, considering the