Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 537
the little ones had biddena bashful farewell, Barbara and her mother sat togetherin the falling twilight. A night-bird sounded its call,frogs croaked from a neighboring pool, and the moonshed a pale radiance over the tired world. Mother, the girl whispered, I ve been thinking 952 ST. NICHOLAS… … was heaped with bouquets, and she bowed to the rightand left as the coach moved between the ranks of peo-ple. She was looking toward him—Roger gasped, hisflowers forgotten—her eyes met his, and she smiled ! Everything became a blur to the little boy,and when he looked again the coach hadpassed on,…
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