116 A LONG DAY With’ THE GERDS 
dreds, and they were making the best of it 
until the blackness of night compelled them 
to stop. And the older ones, who loved their 
flowers, were still tending them in their little 
garden plots, weeding here, watering there. 
And so still was the air that even the poplar 
leaves were motionless and only rustled as 
the train rushed by, inviting rest. And I 
must confess this time to having felt tired, 
and glad was I when camera and kit were 
once more put down upon the doorstep of 
home. But the memories of the few past 
nours still lingered with us, as we sought 
Nature’s sweet restorer, sleep, to fit us for 
the duties of the following day. 
