SWAYING TREE TOPS 



part of that smoky, dusty street. 

 Along it she went as a thing foreign 

 to it condescending to give it the 

 transforming influence of her pres- 

 ence for a moment. The banana 

 man forgot his cry to gaze after 

 her. The newsy said with reverence, 

 "Gee! look at her"; and the dark 

 woman in the red jacket, with the 

 green birds, forgot to help her big- 

 gest bird to the top of the cage and 

 let him clamber up alone, whilst she 

 took a longer look after the vision of 

 the spring. It must be hard to see 

 this much of spring, to get just this 

 hint of what it is like, and then never 

 see more. But those who never get 

 beyond the city streets are thankful, 

 no doubt, for the little. The girl with 

 her violets hath a mission. 



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