A CONTENTED TRIO 



THE tree that spread out over the 

 veranda roof sent one of its branches 

 close against my chamber window. 

 This branch brushed against the 

 screen till it awakened me. When 

 I raised the shade and looked out, 

 the morning light was full on the 

 east leaves of the tree, though the 

 west branches were untouched as 

 yet. The mountain across the val- 

 ley stood clear and distinct, so that 

 a white road, winding up the side, 

 could be traced even at my dis- 

 tance of four miles. The branch that 

 swayed against the window did more 

 than awaken me. It mapped the day 



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