Suzanna Stirs the Fire by Emily Calvin Blake
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had gone whispering away and stillness was upon all. Soon the birds
ceased their calls; over in the west the clouds were soft delicate folds of bronze; and even as one looked they broke into bars of distinct color, orange, purple, coral. An opal sunset. "Oh, how beautiful!" cried Mrs. Procter. "A daily incident," returned the Eagle Man, but he, too, gazed at the glowing sky. "And now, I suppose we must return," he said at length, and so Robert turned his horses upon the homeward journey. It was nearly dusk when, after leaving Mabel with her mother, the little cottage came into sight, and then Mrs. Procter said to the Eagle Man: "This has been one of the happiest days of my life. I thank you for helping to make it so." "That's very kind of you to say so," the Eagle Man answered in his usual gruff voice. They reached the gate and leaning upon it was Mr. Procter. He stared his amazement at sight of his family returning in such state. "Father, we had a picnic," called Maizie, springing from the carriage. "And once I drove," cried Peter, almost falling from his seat, "and scared a chicken." "We've had the grandest day, father," finished Suzanna, running to him. |
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