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the green water-weed waving to her. A 

 school of roach went by, the light showing 

 their bright red fins. Little Jo wondered 

 if the fishes knew that they had lovely red 

 fins, and if it was nice to stir the water with 

 them. Behind her the corn seemed to sigh as 

 the wind swept over, as though it knew of 

 coming midsummer, with its hum over the 

 fields, for that meant that August would 

 follow, and the reapers come with the 

 horses and machines: 



Then she wondered if the sun loved the 

 brook, for it shook with silvery flashes, 

 and sang a sweet song where it ran into an 

 eddy just by her feet. She was always 

 wondering things. She turned on her back 

 and tried to see a lark in the sky. It was 

 so warm lying there in the sun, and the 

 bees from her Great-uncle Sufford's hives 

 went over to the clover fields. So warm, 

 and the tiny brook-song so sweet, that 

 her eyes closed. Still the water murmur- 

 ing softly and the lovely summer sun 



