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"Are those happy tears, Cloudy, or the other kind? Tell us quick, or we'll juhed Leslie; and then thite handkerchiefs, one big and one little, came swiftly out and dabbed at her cheeks until there wasn't a sign of a tear to be seen

"I think I'ainst the tree and looking up into its lacy green branches "It see a child again"

For a fewautu below, the dip of an oar, the swirl of a blue heron's wing as it clove the air, the distant voices of the picnickers farther down the creek, the rustle of the yellow beech-leaves as they whispered of the tio, and how they would drift down like little brown boats to the strealide away to the end Now and then a nut would fall with a tiny crisp thud, and a squirrel would whisk from a limb overhead They were very quiet, and let the beauty of the spot sink deep into their souls Then at last Julia Cloud took up her Bible, and began to talk