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CHAPTER XXXII
OUR RETURN HOME
In October, the most beautiful of all the months, we were obliged to go
back to Fairport. Miss Laura could not bear to leave the farm, and her
face got very sorrowful when any one spoke of her going away. Still, she
had gotten well and strong, and was as brown as a berry, and she said
that she knew she ought to go home, and get back to her lessons.
Mr. Wood called October the golden month. Everything was quiet and
still, and at night and in the morning the sun had a yellow, misty look.
The trees in the orchard were loaded with fruit, and some of the leaves
were floating down, making a soft covering on the ground.
In the garden there were a great many flowers in bloom, in flaming red
and yellow colors. Miss Laura gathered bunches of them every day to put
in the parlor. One day when she was arranging them, she said,
regretfully, "They will soon be gone. I wish it could always be summer."
"You would get tired of it," said Mr. Harry, who had come up softly
behind her. "There's only one place where we could stand perpetual
summer, and that's in heaven.
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