Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 576
d the dying violets, and gatheredthe sun-touched goldenrod and pressed it close to herlittle face, breathing in its fragrance, and drinking in thegorgeous sight about her. There, by that little brooklet, had she woven her violetgarlands. Here on this bank of velvet moss had been herrustic couch in… … flowery mound was her couch, and the hollow of the Great Oak-tree was her royal throne. This was Paradise, and yet she must leave, for to-morrow was September and school began. Dear little birds, she whispered, dear little fairies,I must go. But, trust me, I will come back again. Waitfor me till…
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