Our Philadelphia . s aforbidden adventure, but because, though I passed throughit unscathed, I had seen so often the horrible and un-sightly red rash one whiff from over its bushes and treescould bring out on the faces and hands of my schoolmateswith a skin more sensitive than mine. Games lost theircharm in the spring sunshine and our one pleasure was inthe hunt, no longer for chestnuts and walnuts and hickorynuts, but solely for flowers, bringing back great buncheswilting in our hot little hands, to place before the shrinethat aroused the warmest fervours of our devotion or wastended by the n
Our Philadelphia . s aforbidden adventure, but because, though I passed throughit unscathed, I had seen so often the horrible and un-sightly red rash one whiff from over its bushes and treescould bring out on the faces and hands of my schoolmateswith a skin more sensitive than mine. Games lost theircharm in the spring sunshine and our one pleasure was inthe hunt, no longer for chestnuts and walnuts and hickorynuts, but solely for flowers, bringing back great buncheswilting in our hot little hands, to place before the shrinethat aroused the warmest fervours of our devotion or wastended by the nun of our special adoration. And before we knew it, the spring-beauties and hepa-ticas and white violets and Jacks-in-the-pulpit disappearedfrom the woods, and the flowery frost from the orchard,and the great blossoms from the tulip trees, and summerwas upon us—blazing summer when we lay perspiring onour little beds up there in Gothic Hall where a few monthsbefore we shivered and shook, perspiration streamed from. :^-^Xr^K<^^-^ . :^*i^t t /- ^
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