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As though in answer to his recognition of this fact, her voice suddenly

called to him from above

"Hullo, little boy!" it cried

He felt at once that he was pleased at the encounter

"Hullo!" he answered; "where are you?"

"Right here"

He looked up, and then still up, until, at the flat top of the

castellated dike that stood over hileam of pink The

contrast between it, the blue of the sky, and the dark green of the

trees, was most beautiful and unusual Nature rarely uses pink, except

in sunsets and in flowers Bennington thought pleasedly how every

irace or beauty or bright

colour The gleareat pine cone, heavy

with pitch, cah the air to fall at his feet

"That's to show you where I aht to

feel honoured I've only three cones left"

The dike before which Bennington had paused was one of the round

variety It rose perhaps twenty feet above the débris at its base,

sheer, gray, its surface alnificant

number of frost fissures From its base the hill fell rapidly, so that,