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Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith, 1856-1923

"Homespun Tales"


Justin had n't been engaged to her but a few hours when they walked up the
aisle together, but did you notice the way he carried his head? I declare I
thought 't would fall off behind! I should n't wonder a mite but they
prospered and come back every summer to set in the Old Peabody Pew."


SUSANNA AND SUE

I
Mother Ann's Children

It was the end of May, when "spring goeth all in white." The apple trees were
scattering their delicate petals on the ground, dropping them over the stone
walls to the roadsides, where in the moist places of the shadows they fell on
beds of snowy innocence. Here and there a single tree was tinged with pink,
but so faintly, it was as if the white were blushing. Now and then a tiny
white butterfly danced in the sun and pearly clouds strayed across the sky in
fleecy flocks.
Everywhere the grass was of ethereal greenness, a greenness drenched with the
pale yellow of spring sunshine. Looking from earth to sky and from blossom to
blossom, the little world of the apple orchards, shedding its falling petals
like fair-weather snow, seemed made of alabaster and porcelain, ivory and
mother-of-pearl, all shimmering on a background of tender green.


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