THE PINES. 
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“I don’t knowhow we should,” replied 
Richard, laughing, “ unless we climb these 
rocks; and I don’t think that would be an 
easy matter. The only thing we can do is 
to go on as far as we want to, and then turn 
and come back the ' same way. There 
seems to be no getting out.” 
“ There is another way out,” said David ; 
“but I rather think it would be too long 
and too scrambly for the girls. But you 
need not be afraid, Annie: I have been 
all through here twice; and so has Mr. 
Crediton. Isn’t it beautiful?” he con¬ 
tinued, looking up to where the blue sky 
could just be seen though the pines 
and slender whispering birches. “How I 
do love to hear the pines whisper! It 
seems as if one could understand what 
they said, if there were only a little wind.” 
“ They always make me feel sad,” said 
Annie. “ They remind me of all the sor¬ 
rowful things I have ever known in my 
life.” 
“ Hothing that is really and truly beauti¬ 
ful ever makes me feel sad,” said David. 
“ That is, out of doors, I mean; for things in 
books very often do. I am always happy 
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