WHEN THE LEAF IS WOO'D 



our most musical geographical names, doubt- 

 less could have told the month of the year 

 quite exactly by his sense of hearing, when 

 the wind swept the forest. For the coming- 

 out dances of the tender young leaves are 

 quite different to the ear from the music 

 of the full-grown and hardy ones, or the dry 

 rustle of sapless ones about to fall. It is like 

 the difference between a choir of young girls 

 and boys and a choir of elderly men and 

 women. The first leafy music of May 

 might be an easy modulation of the songs 

 the meadow grasses know. Through June 

 and July the tone grows fuller and stronger, 

 but begins to change in quality with the 

 autumnal changes of the leaves. Yet all the 

 leafy accomplishments mentioned did not 

 suffice the great artist of the open. With 

 nonchalant disregard of the well-known 

 Shakespearian warning, she not only dared 

 to paint the lily, but made a brilliant suc- 

 cess of it, once more establishing for the 

 feminine world another precedent of 

 change. Beautiful as are the leaves of the 

 maple, oak, and other deciduous trees, she 



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