. St. Nicholas [serial] . y. He took Kirks hand, and they walked downthe grass path till the sweet closeness of a lowpine covert wove a scented silence about maestros voice dropped. It used to be here, he said. Try—theother side of the pine-tree. Ah, it has been somany, many years! Kirks hand sought along the dry pine-needles; then, in a nook of the roots, what buta tiny dish, with sweetmeats, set out, and littlecups of elder wine, and bread, and cottagecheese! The maestro sat down beside Kirk onthe pine-needles, and began to sing softly in arather thin, but very sweet, voice. Here co
. St. Nicholas [serial] . y. He took Kirks hand, and they walked downthe grass path till the sweet closeness of a lowpine covert wove a scented silence about maestros voice dropped. It used to be here, he said. Try—theother side of the pine-tree. Ah, it has been somany, many years! Kirks hand sought along the dry pine-needles; then, in a nook of the roots, what buta tiny dish, with sweetmeats, set out, and littlecups of elder wine, and bread, and cottagecheese! The maestro sat down beside Kirk onthe pine-needles, and began to sing softly in arather thin, but very sweet, voice. Here come we in the wood so green ;Oh, will ye not be staying?Oh, can ye not be seen ? Before that ye be flitting. When the dew is in the east, We thank ye, as befitting. For the May and for the feast. 702 THE HAPPY VENTURE LJUNE, Here come we a-maying, All in the wood so green,In fairy coverts straying A-for to seek mir queen. One has to be courteous to them, he addedat the end, while Kirk sat rapt, very possibly. •KEN FOUND THEM, RAPTUROUSLY EMBRACING EACH OTHER seeing far more garden spirits than his friendhad any idea of. I myself, the maestro said, do not veryoften cotne to the garden. It is too full, forme, of children no longer here. But the gardenfolk have not forgotten. When I m here, murmured Kirk, sippingelder wine, Applegate Farm and everything inthe world seem miles and years away. Is therereally a magic line at the hedge? If there is, you are the only one who has dis-covered it, said the old gentleman, enigmatic-ally. Leave a sup of wine and a bit of bread for the Iolk, and let us see if we cannot findsome May-flowers. They left the little pine room,—Kirk puttingin the root hollow a generous tithe for the gar-den folk,—and went through the garden tillthe grass grew higher beneath their feet, andthey began to climb arough, sun-warmed hill-side, where dry leavesrustled and a sweet,earthy smell arose. Search here amongthe leaves, the maestrosaid, and se
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