SWAYING TREE TOPS 



sat up and shook her garment a 

 little where she had been lying. A 

 breeeze rippled the water, and the 

 topmost leaves on the trees stirred 

 slightly. The sun had dropped until 

 the rays now slipped over the bank 

 and out through the upper branches 

 of the trees. The fisherman had 

 pulled, up his anchor and was rowing 

 slowly ashore. The cottage doors 

 were opened to the evening, and one 

 by one the cottagers appeared from 

 their afternoon retirement. Children 

 began playing on a pier and among 

 some boats drawn up on the beach. 

 A launch, here and there, betrayed 

 its hiding place, backed out into the 

 water and started away, its heart 

 beating as though it were afraid of 

 a pursuer. Across the lake some 



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