SOUTH SHORE 



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When w went a little later, we climbed the 

 fence and crossed the field between the railroad 

 and the beach, to find the blue fallen to the 

 ground in the 

 shape of myriads 

 of violets, and 

 still later to find 

 it caught in the 

 border of stately 

 iris that grew 

 among the ferns 

 around the wet 

 spot just back 

 of the low ridge. 



South Shore 

 had its seasons 

 of pink as well 

 as blue. In 

 May, the low- 

 growing crab- 

 apple trees on 

 the ridge were 

 mounds of 

 beauty. A little 

 later, we deserted 

 the field for the path along the road, bordered 

 thick with wild roses. In mid-summer the aris- 



