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Twilight on Angel Island

The stars were beginning to shoot tiny white, five-pointed fla to cut long arcs of

gold in the sooty dusk The waves were co with a faint hiss Afterwards floated on the

air thewith liquid

footsteps down the sand Peals of laughter, the continuous bass roar of

theof the wo their lessons

"Three little girls froirls well can be,

Filled to the brilee,

Three little ether

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

Silver bells and cockle shells,

And prettyare on winter's traces," began Julia With no

effort of the

for rhythm and apparently with comprehension, she, recited the Atalanta

chorus

"That's enough for lessons," Honey demanded

"Wait athe fire-flies The