Below them were the apple trees tossing in a faint wind that blew a long pieces of Ednaa#39;s hair across his eyes. They did not move. It was evening a the pale green sky was sprinkled with stars. aquot;Look!aquot; she said ... aquot;Some of them are full of angels and some of them are full of sugar almonds a but evening light is awfully deceptive.aquot; She sighed. ... have to start for the station at half -past six. ... There wona#39;t be a sound except the wood and perhaps the wind will creep round the house once.
|Title||:||Pro and con|
|Author||:||Myron Matlaw, James B. Stronks|