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"Girls!" said Julia decisively "A big faan, and a question treht eyes and on

her curved lips

But, "Here's Peachy!" Julia exclai up the path, pulling herself along, both hands on

the wooden rail She tottered, but in spite of her snail-like progress,

it was evident that she hurried A tiny bundle hung between her

shoulders It oscillated gently with her haste

"Let led over the threshold

"Wait!" Peachy panted She sank on a couch

There was a strange eleerness had bri

voice, her fluttering hands She sat down She reached up and lifted the

baby froela still slept, a delicate bud

of a girl-being But Peachy gave her audience no ti face She turned the baby over She pulled the single light

garment off Then she looked up at the other woht, translucent, like an

angel carved in alabaster But on the shoulder-blades lay shadow, deep

shadow - no, not shadow, a fluff of feathery down

"Wings!" Peachy said "My little girl is going to fly!"

"Wings!" the others repeated "Wings!"

And then the roohter that ended in tears