Down the footpath the two went through the perfect morning, the love of God and all nature in their hearts.

At last they reached the creek, following it toward the bridge.

Here Mrs.
Comstock found a large bed of tender dandelions and stopped to fill her pail.

Then she sat on the bank, picking over the greens, while she listened to the creek softly singing its June song.
Elnora remained within calling distance, and was having good success.

At last she crossed the creek, following it up to a bridge.