She Lay of the Band 
The muskrats are building ; the last of the migrat- 
ing geese have gone over; the wild mice have har- 
vested their acorns; the bees have clustered; the 
woodchucks are asleep ; and the sap in the big hick- 
ory by the side of the house has crept down out of 
reach of the fingers of the frost. I will put on the 
storm-doors and the double windows. Even now the 
logs are blazing cheerily on the wide, warm hearth. 
