Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 97
e, I said, and bring my stool. in the sun, pulling at the dry bunches of sage-grass,and looking at me from the shadow of his hat-brimwith those queer, dubious glances. If the camp-children had been robins in spring,and we the first ripe cherries, they could not havefound us more quickly, or flocked… … • J\pK.jM BANITO AND HIS PET. I left the little camp-stool in the middle of theroad and walked on slowly, as if waiting for him. There is a big shade down there.He pointed to the slope of the hill where anotherlive-oak leaned his dark, twisted trunk away from thewind. All the trees lean the same…
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