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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

"I
lost a nurse or two through his interference. When I got such a treasure
as Lucette I just told her to take complete charge, make him attend his
own affairs, and not try being a nursery maid. It really isn't done these
days!"
Leslie closed her lips, moving forward until she reached the space where
the ragged boys and the fringed girls floated their white banners, where
lacy yellow and lavender blooms caressed each other, there on the highest
place she could select, across a moss-covered log, she spread the
waterproof sheet, and seating herself, motioned Mrs. Minturn to do the
same. She reached for the music and opening it ran over the score. Her
finger paused on the notes she had whistled, while with eager face she sat
waiting.
Mrs. Minturn dropped into an attitude of tense listening. The sun began
dissipating the gray mists and heightening the exquisite tints on all
sides. Every green imaginable was there from palest silver to the deepest,
darkest shades; all dew wet, rankly growing, gold tinted and showing
clearer each minute.


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