The Way of the Wind
red with flower beds and shaded by quiet trees, elms and maples, brightly green with young leaflets and dark with cedars and pines
as she tied the strings of her
wouldn't. You couldn't get me to take such risks. Wild horses couldn't. All them whut want
go. Accordin' to him, the West is the futuah country. He has found a place wheah they ah goin' to
Simpson, tying a bouquet of flowers she had broug
elia, "growing up
ded her t
uah pahdon, whut's goin' out theah to grow up with the country, an
shud
y say the wind blows all the time out t
sy Storm, who was busy putting away a little cake she had made with he
d down and raised
he asked, "how ha'd the wind bl
k of dust from the hem of
she, "and su
et, basking in the sunlight, peacefully minus a ripple
wind," she complain
e reit
aid of t
flowers, Marsh Marigolds, Johnny-Jump-Ups and Brown-Eyed Susans. She stood at t
" she called back. "Yes. Su
rying fearfully out the doo
ell to
enly, between her sobs. "I'm afraid ..
and kissing it. "It's not so fah but you can come back aga
rom the door. "Is you gwine away, chile,
arms, fell upon the bosom of
the negress, musical with tenderness, "an' bri
ith clash and clatter
r hoisting the baggage of his one passenger thereto, looking stolidly down o
They essayed to comfort her. They thrust upon her gi
the nearest town which at that time boasted of a railroad. They placed her comfortably
ed asunder at the jerk of the wheels
he cried out, her pal
, and Mansy Storm, runni
to Seth, Celia.
sly as the sta
a mighty little lowah than the ang
Lexington pike, past houses of other frien
sleepily, one eye of a shuttered window open, one shut, past big stone gates which gave upo
shine, coming out, untied th
soft Southern brogue, tuneful as the ripple of
mothere
swered, "I am
commented the girl wistfully as she counted out
had not seem
obbed o
nted, "it is a
age moved on, Celia staring back at her with wide sad eyes. The girl leaned forward, let the
nd wept out her heart. It seemed to her that, with the le