"I can hear Aunt Ann say, 'Run, dears, and get me flowers--and--there will be cakes for you.'" "No, bread and apple-butter, John." They went along merry, making believe to be at ease.
"The robins are gone," said Leila.

"I haven't seen one today; and the warblers are getting uneasy and will be gone soon.

I haven't seen a squirrel lately.

Josiah used to say that meant an early winter." "Oh, but the asters! What colour! And the golden-rod! Look at it close, Leila.

Each little flower is a star of gold." "How pretty!" She bent down over the flowers to pay the homage of honest pleasure.