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IN SILENT WOODS 



when I, half laughing, referred him to his " study - 

 book." "But it 's just the same to me as if it 

 was, and that 's the name she called it. Not that 

 I 'd wish to spread an error, but just between me 

 and her and it, that posy '11 allus be Wild Lily- 

 o' -the- Valley." 



I wonder whether the day will come when the 

 old man will tell me of the dead wife whom he 

 designates as "her," and about the boy of thirty 

 years ago, and why he himself left the farm to 

 live a hermit in the roadside cabin. If he does, I 

 well know that the story will be told when he has 



