194* FALL OF ONE OF THE SPRUCES 
well the knitted necktie became Joseph. There was 
much to talk about, and the twilight was not far off, 
when we went through our front gate. Long 
shadows from the trees then lay over the lawn and 
stretched across the driveway. They were not so 
deep, however, but that we could see the gap among 
the spruce trees. We said nothing, knowing that 
Timothy had done his work. 
