Six trees; short stories . ch offlowers in the yarcl under the apple-tree. And the apple-tree was a mys-tery of whiteness and ravishing fra-grance. In the day it had been sim-ply a magnificent apple-tree; when theshadows came, it was something Maddox gazed at it, and the breath 203 SIX TREES of it came over his senses. He lookedacross at the Blake house in its tidyyard. There was a light in the sitting-room, and a small figure bustled backand forth incessantly past the and then a larger, taller shapelumbered before the light. There wasa sound of a hammer and a sharpvoice. O
Six trees; short stories . ch offlowers in the yarcl under the apple-tree. And the apple-tree was a mys-tery of whiteness and ravishing fra-grance. In the day it had been sim-ply a magnificent apple-tree; when theshadows came, it was something Maddox gazed at it, and the breath 203 SIX TREES of it came over his senses. He lookedacross at the Blake house in its tidyyard. There was a light in the sitting-room, and a small figure bustled backand forth incessantly past the and then a larger, taller shapelumbered before the light. There wasa sound of a hammer and a sharpvoice. Old Edison, hes had one day off,anyhow, chuckled Sam Maddox. Hestretched his great limbs, which achedwith the unaccustomed strain of thedays toil. He continued to gaze re-flectively at the Blake house. Dread-ful clean over there, he murmured. Spose so, assented Adeline, in-differently. There was an angelic ex-pression in her face, upturned towardsthe sky. Possibly her imagination,from the slight stimulus of a third-rate 204. I DON T SEE WHY WE AIN T GOT THANKSGIVIN ANY TIME THE APPLE-TREE novel, was making a leap out of hersurroundings. Says she cleans house once a monthfrom now till Thanksgivin, on accountof the dust, an the winders havin to beopen so much, said Sam Maddox. Lord! said Adeline, indifferently. I shouldnt think theyd have anyThanksgivin when they got to it, work-in so hard, an fussin all the time. Ishouldnt. Then Adeline looked with strongdisapproval across at the Blake house. Doggin round all day, said she. Thats so, assented Sam. Its ter-rible hard work cleanin house. Whats the use? It gits dirtyagain, said Adeline. Thats so. Sam looked again atthe great apple-tree. Mighty hand-some tree, said he. 13 205 SIX TREES Adeline looked and smiled. Her facewas really beautiful. Real hand-some, said she. I dont see no use in waitin forThanksgivin, fussin and cleanin ancookin. I dont see why we aint gotThanksgivin any time right along anytime of year, said Sam, thoughtful
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