This looks
interesting. How deep could one sink anyway?"
"Deeply enough to satisfy you," laughed Leslie. "Come quietly now!"
Grasping the score she carried, Mrs. Minturn unconcernedly plunged after
Leslie. Purposely the girl went slowly, stooping beneath branches,
skirting too wet places, slipping over the high hummocks, turning to
indicate by gesture a moss bed, a flower, or glancing upward to try to
catch a glimpse of some entrancing musician.
Once Leslie turned to look back and saw Mrs. Minturn on her knees
separating the silvery green moss heads and thrusting her hand deeply to
learn the length of the roots. She noticed the lady's absorbed face, and
the wet patches spreading around her knees. Leslie fancied she could see
Mrs. Minturn entering the next gathering of her friends, smiling faintly
and crying: "Dear people, I've had a perfectly new experience!" She could
hear every tone of Mrs. Minturn's voice saying: "Ferns as luxuriant as
anything in Florida! Moss beds several feet deep. A hundred birds singing,
and all before sunrise, my dears!" When Mrs.
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