little girl who used to come to our house with
Mr. Shimerda.

"Some day, Tony, I am going over to your
country, and I am going to the little town
where you lived. Do you remember all about
it?"

"Jim," she said earnestly, "if I was put
down there in the middle of the night, I could
find my way all over that little town; and
along the river to the next town, where my
grandmother lived. My feet remember all the
little paths through the woods, and where the
big roots stick out to trip you. I ain't never
forgot my own country."

There was a crackling in the branches above
us, and Lena Lingard peered down over the
edge of the bank.

"You lazy things!" she cried. "All this
elder, and you two lying there! Didn't you
hear us calling you?" Almost as flushed as
she had been in my dream, she leaned over the
edge of the bank and began to demolish our
flowery pagoda. I had never seen her so ener-
getic; she was panting with zeal, and the per-
spiration stood in drops on her short, yielding
upper lip. I sprang to my feet and ran up the
bank.

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