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elderly uncle, with whom she lived, was a widower, and she
was therefore, at least nominally, the mistress of his
household.
She hummed a song as she worked, and kept time by
swinging one foot on the point of her toe.
The leafy crowns over her head rustled and swayed in
the boisterous wind with a noise like the murmur of many
waters. The tall hollyhocks, swinging their flower-topped
stems back and forth in unsteady circles, seemed seized
with a sudden tempestuous madness, while the raspberry
bushes, timidly ducking their heads, turned the pale inner
side of their leaves to the light and changed color at every
breath. Dry leaves sailed down through the air, the grass
lay flat on the ground, and the white bloom of the spirea
rose and fell froth-like upon the light-green, shifting waves
of the foliage.
There was a moment of stillness. Everything seemed
to straighten and hang breathlessly poised, still quivering
in suspense, but the next instant the wind came shrieking
again and caught the garden in a wild wave of rustling and
glittering and mad rocking and endless shifting as before.
“In a boat sat Phyllis fair;
Corydon beheld her there,
Seized his flute, and loudly blew it.
Many a day did Phyllis rue it;
For the oars dropped from her hands,
And aground upon the sands,
And aground—”
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