SWAYING TREE TOPS 



came into view from the town two 

 miles away. The driver glanced to- 

 ward the gate, touched his hat, and 

 sped by along the pike. The dust 

 drifted over into the opposite field, 

 and it was quiet again. On some low 

 hills to the east the last rays of the 

 sun lingered, and the girl's thoughts 

 lingered with the sun upon the 

 beauty of the scene which spoke to 

 her so familiarly of a past that be- 

 longed to her. 



The present, in all its richness of 

 life, was not the growth of a year. 

 A gaudy moving van had, in her 

 memory, never passed up that long 

 avenue to the house. Its furnishings 

 had grown slowly, piece by piece, and 

 for ten years she could not recall hav- 

 ing seen an ornament or piece of fur- 



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