Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall
by Alice B. Emerson
2020-06-03 10:24:32
Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall
by Alice B. Emerson
2020-06-03 10:24:32
The sun was a regular lie-abed on this Autumn morning, banked about by soft clouds and draperies of mist; but they glowed pink along the horizon-perhaps blushing for Old Sol''s delinquency. The mist hung tenderly over the river, too-indeed, it masked...
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The sun was a regular lie-abed on this Autumn morning, banked about by soft clouds and draperies of mist; but they glowed pink along the horizon-perhaps blushing for Old Sol''s delinquency. The mist hung tenderly over the river, too-indeed, it masked the entire Valley of the Lumano-lying thick and dank upon the marshes and the low meadows, but wreathed more lightly about the farmhouses and their outbuildings, and the fodder and haystacks upon the higher ground.But suddenly the sun flung off the bedclothes and leaped right into the sky. That long, low bank of cloud that had been masking him, melted away and the shreds of mist were burned up in a hurry as his warm rays spread abroad, taking the entire valley in their arms.
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