SWAYING TREE TOPS 



womanhood, about it clustered for 

 her the dearest memories. 



It was the sunset hour. A golden 

 haze hung over the fields. The girl 

 walked down the long avenue that 

 led from the house to the country 

 highway. Century-old trees arched 

 above the lane. On either side sloped 

 wide lawns bordered with hedges. 

 Beyond the hedges stretched field on 

 field of blue grass pasture land, 

 where horses and cattle grazed. 

 From the rear, in the region of the 

 stables, came the voices of negroes at 

 their evening tasks. 



The quiet of the hour and the pas- 

 toral beauty were felt by the girl as 

 she leaned over the gate at the road 

 side. A light buggy, drawn by a 

 slender-limbed, arch-necked horse, 



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