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           thefireflieshungupontheirwhispersasiftowinhisglancefromthegloryoftheireyes.

           THEENDOFSUMMER

           "Nowindisstirringinthegrass;notonewindstirs...thewaterinthehiddenpools,asglass,frontsthefullmoonandsointersthegoldentokeninitsicymass,"chantedEleanortothetreesthatskeletonedthebodyofthenight."Isn’titghostlyhere?Ifyoucanholdyourhorse’sfeetup,let’scutthroughthewoodsandfindthehiddenpools."

           "It’safterone,andyou’llgetthedevil,"heobjected,"andIdon’tknowenoughabouthorsestoputoneawayinthepitchdark."

           "Shutup,youoldfool,"shewhisperedirrelevantly,and,leaningover,shepattedhimlazilywithherriding-crop."YoucanleaveyouroldpluginourstableandI’llsendhimoverto-morrow."

           "Butmyunclehasgottodrivemetothestationwiththisoldplugatseveno’clock."

           "Don’tbeaspoil-sport—remember,youhaveatendencytowardwaveringthatpreventsyoufrombeingtheentirelightofmylife."

           Amorydrewhishorseupclosebeside,and,leaningtowardher,graspedherhand.

           "SayIam—quick,orI’llpullyouoverandmakeyouridebehindme."

           Shelookedupandsmiledandshookherheadexcitedly.

           "Oh,do!—orrather,don’t!Whyarealltheexcitingthingssouncomfortable,likefightingandexploringandski-inginCanada?Bytheway,we’regoingtorideupHarper’sHill.Ithinkthatcomesinourprogrammeaboutfiveo’clock."

           "Youlittledevil,"Amorygrowled.