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haven’tanyofthemysteryandreserveoftherealwood-flowers.”
“Inshort,they’venosecrets,”saidBarney.“Butwaitabit.Thewoodswillhavetheirownwayevenwiththoseobviousdandelions.Inalittlewhileallthatobtrusiveyellownessandcomplacencywillbegoneandwe’llfindheremisty,phantom-likeglobeshoveringoverthoselonggrassesinfullharmonywiththetraditionsoftheforest.”
“ThatsoundsJohnFosterish,”teasedValancy.
“WhathaveIdonethatdeservedaslamlikethat?”complainedBarney.
OneoftheearliestsignsofspringwastherenaissanceofLadyJane.Barneyputheronroadsthatnoothercarwouldlookat,andtheywentthroughDeerwoodinmudtotheaxles.TheypassedseveralStirlings,whogroanedandreflectedthatnowspringwascometheywouldencounterthatshamelesspaireverywhere.Valancy,prowlingaboutDeerwoodshops,metUncleBenjaminonthestreetbuthedidnotrealiseuntilhehadgonetwoblocksfurth
