Six trees; short stories . peeding down the road with thegreen parasol bobbing overhead. Sarah gave a sigh; she stared afterher cousins retreating form, then atthe poplar-tree, and nodded as in con-firmation of some resolution within i53 SIX TREES her own mind. Presently she got up,looked on the table, then on the bedand bureau in the bedroom. The cous-in had taken the fan. Sarah returned to her chair, and satfanning herself absent-mindedly. Shegazed out at the yard and the poplar-tree. She had not resumed her wontedexpression; the shadow of the stately,concentrated tree seemed still over her.
Six trees; short stories . peeding down the road with thegreen parasol bobbing overhead. Sarah gave a sigh; she stared afterher cousins retreating form, then atthe poplar-tree, and nodded as in con-firmation of some resolution within i53 SIX TREES her own mind. Presently she got up,looked on the table, then on the bedand bureau in the bedroom. The cous-in had taken the fan. Sarah returned to her chair, and satfanning herself absent-mindedly. Shegazed out at the yard and the poplar-tree. She had not resumed her wontedexpression; the shadow of the stately,concentrated tree seemed still over held her faded blond head stiff andhigh, her pale-blue eyes were steady,her chin firm above the lace ruffle ather throat. But there was sorrow inher heart. She was a creature of asstrong race-ties as the tree. All her kinwere dear to her, and the cousin hadbeen the dearest after the death of hersister. She felt as if part of herself hadbeen cut away, leaving a bitter ache ofvacancy, and yet a proud self-sufficiency i54. THE COUSIN CAUGHT HER BREATH WITH AN AUDIBLE GASP THE LOMBARDY POPLAR was over her. She could exist and holdher head high in the world withouther kindred, as well as the it was tea-time she did not forgot. She did not rouse herselfuntil the meeting-bell began to she rose hurriedly, put on her bon-net and cape, and hastened down theroad. When she came in sight of thechurch, with its open vestry windows,whence floated already singing voices,for she was somewhat late, she sawthe cousin coming from the oppositedirection. The two met at the vestrydoor, but neither spoke. They enteredside by side; Sarah seated herself, andthe cousin passed to the seat in front ofher. The congregation, who were sing-ing Sweet Hour of Prayer, was quite a general turning ofheads. Everybody seemed to notice i55 SIX TREES that Sarah Dunn and her cousin SarahDunn were sitting in separate opened her hymn-book and heldit before her
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