Six trees; short stories . Doane on her wayhome that night, but she was very discovered nothing, and could noteven guess with the wildest imagina-tion what Sarah Dunn was having the next Sunday a shimmer of red 163 SIX TREES silk and a toss of pink flowers were seenat the Dunn gate, and Sarah Dunn,clad in a gown of dark-red silk and abonnet tufted with pink roses, holdingaloft a red parasol, passed down thestreet to meeting. No Dunn had everworn, within the memory of man, anycolors save purple and black and fadedgreen or drab, never any but purple orwhite or black flowers i
Six trees; short stories . Doane on her wayhome that night, but she was very discovered nothing, and could noteven guess with the wildest imagina-tion what Sarah Dunn was having the next Sunday a shimmer of red 163 SIX TREES silk and a toss of pink flowers were seenat the Dunn gate, and Sarah Dunn,clad in a gown of dark-red silk and abonnet tufted with pink roses, holdingaloft a red parasol, passed down thestreet to meeting. No Dunn had everworn, within the memory of man, anycolors save purple and black and fadedgreen or drab, never any but purple orwhite or black flowers in her woman of half her years, and seldoma young girl, was ever seen in the vil-lage clad in red. Even the old ministerhesitated a second in his discourse, andrecovered himself with a hem of em-barrassment when Sarah entered themeeting-house. She had waited untilthe sermon was begun before she sailedup the aisle. There were many of hername in the church. The pale, small,delicate faces in the neutral - colored 164. the lombardy poplar-tree stood in its greenmajesty before the house THE LOMBARDY POPLAR bonnets stared at her as if a bird of an-other feather had gotten into their nest;but the cousin, who sat across the aislefrom Sarah, caught her breath with anaudible gasp. After the service Sarah Dunn walkedwith her down the aisle, pressing closeto her side. Good-mornin, said she,affably. The cousin in Marahs oldblack silk, which was matched by theone which Sarah would naturally haveworn that Sunday, looked at her, andsaid, feebly, Good-mornin. Thereseemed no likeness whatever betweenthe two women as they went down theaisle. Sarah was a Dunn apart. Sheheld up her dress as she had seen younggirls, drawing it tightly over her backand hips, elevating it on one side. When they emerged from the meet-ing-house, Sarah spoke. I should be 165 SIX TREES happy to have you come over and spendthe day to-morrow, said she, andhave a chicken dinner. Im goin tohave the Plymouth Rock crow
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