AUTUMN 



dream of heaven, and dreaming wake 

 to find it true. 



The Neighbour sauntered down the 

 lane toward the gap, passing fence cor- 

 ners crowded with goldenrod and 

 others a purple glow of asters. How 

 sweet the asters smelled, these " Asters 

 of the Wood,'' with their beautiful con- 

 trast of colours. There seems to be 

 nothing that just can fill the place of 

 these sturdy flowers, so rich in colour 

 and perfume. 



Here a rather unexpected sight met 

 the Neighbour's eye. Perched on a flat 

 fence rail behind a stake sat Mr. Squir- 

 rel busily engaged with something he 

 held in his forepaws. Indeed, he was 

 so busy he did not see nor hear the 

 Neighbour's approach until almost 

 opposite him. He admitted his sur- 

 prise by a loud squeal and charged 

 down the fence toward the woods, but 

 suddenly stopped and started back, 

 barking and scolding as he came. A 

 rail length away he hesitated, but 

 finally, getting his courage up to the 

 proper pitch, made a dash, seized some- 

 thing he had dropped in his hurried 

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