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There would be no more fight until next April. "Oh, and I have prayed to You, I have always tried to do what You wanted, and I never asked You to let me be born locked up in a good-for-nothing Musgrave body! And You won't even let me see a wild-pea vine again! That isn't much to ask, I think. But You won't let me do it. You really do have rather funny notions about Your jokes."
The child looked up in silence and pressed herself against her mother. "Good-by," said he once more. "Good-by," replied Mary. His eyes lingered as she dropped her own. "Come, Alice," she said, resisting the little one's effort to stoop and pick a wild-pea blossom, and the mother and child started slowly back the way they had come.
Next year she meant to set the dahlias thinly, like a hedge.... "Oh, yes, I meant to. Only I won't be alive next year," she recollected. She went about the garden to see if Ned had weeded out the wild-pea vines a pest which had invaded the trim place lately. Only a few of the intruders remained, burnt-out and withered as they are annually by the mid-summer sun.
There are no beechnuts, this year, the wild-pea crop is a failure, the farmer has no fields of grain near my woods, and I have not seen a groundnut for six seasons!" "Can't you find something to take the place of those things?" asked Mister Yellowbird. "If the country was what it used to be, I would not worry a bit. But every year it gets worse and worse! Why, last winter, Mrs.
Great, graceful mountain lilies nodded from little shady tangles in the bushes. Harebells and lupines, wild-pea vines and columbines, tiny, gnome-faced pansies, violets, and the daintier flowering grasses lined the way with odorous loveliness. Birds called happily from the tree tops. Away up next the clouds an eagle sailed serene, alone, a tiny boat breasting the currents of the sky ocean.
Along this low rim its whitish opalescent waters mixed smoothly with the roots and over-hanging blades of the long grasses, with the cloistral arched frondage of the ferns, and with here and there a strayed spray of purple wild-pea. Here and there, too, a clump of Indian willow streaked the green with the vivid crimson of its stems. Everything watched and waited.
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