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the bench is the row of shining milk-pails turned 

 up to the sun, the gourd dipper at hand for a 

 drink. On the long narrow porch beneath the 

 slope of the roof, the splint-back rocker with its 

 red-moreen cover and its plump feather cushion 

 invites repose. It is a step from the porch to the 

 ground. On either side of the wide flag doorstone 

 always, year after year, were the China asters. 

 The forget-me-nots crept close to the walk, with 

 the stepping-stones nearly buried by the tread of 

 many years. By the gateway, at the turn of the 

 path toward the barns, was a mountain ash; and 

 along the picket fence the lilacs grew. 



