. The book of months . yd I ■ #^ NOVEiMBER When the service was over I waited by the westfront watching the congregation stream out ofthe gray gloom inside into the primrose-coloredlights of sunset. There were two big collies sit-ting patiently side by side on the edge of thegrass, looking with liquid, eager eyes at thepeople coming out. Suddenly two tails beganto thump ecstatically, but neither dog was She. I think I knew from their eagernessit could be none else. With a smile twinkling inher eyes she walked to them, and from where Iwas I could hear her say, Dear angels, comealong, a
. The book of months . yd I ■ #^ NOVEiMBER When the service was over I waited by the westfront watching the congregation stream out ofthe gray gloom inside into the primrose-coloredlights of sunset. There were two big collies sit-ting patiently side by side on the edge of thegrass, looking with liquid, eager eyes at thepeople coming out. Suddenly two tails beganto thump ecstatically, but neither dog was She. I think I knew from their eagernessit could be none else. With a smile twinkling inher eyes she walked to them, and from where Iwas I could hear her say, Dear angels, comealong, and two tawny streaks fled over thegrass. I waited a little, then followed her. Sheturned southward out of the close, over the264 %^n. NOVEMBER bridge below which the big trout lie, and intothe path through the water-meadows, the twotawny streaks cutting figures like a swallowsflight up and down the road, running at topspeed just for the joy of the life that was inthem. And once clear of the town, she lookedfurtively round, saw only one wayfarer a hun-dred yards behind, and ran too. The wayfarerquickened his pace, ready to drop into a sedatewalk if she looked round. Then on the edge ofthe water she found a stick, and, whistling tothe dogs, threw it clean across the river, and adouble plunge and splash of flying spray fol-lowed it. Then the streaks swam back, eachholding one end of the beloved stick, dropped itat her feet, and, one on each side of her, shookthemselves, so that she was between the waters,and I heard a faint scream of dismay, and thena laugh. My house stands in the road close be-yond the end of the meadows, but she went on,and still I followed, past the group of laborers 265 r, • ;-.,, r>y
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