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"Ah! thatto the ground and clasping her hands about her knees

"Yes, ma'am But it's prettiest when the bolls come and swell and burst, and the cotton covers the field like foa over the pale plants The poetry of the thing began to sing within her, awakening her unpoetic iination, and she murmured: "The Golden Fleece--it's the Silver Fleece!"

He harkened

"What's that?" he asked

"Have you never heard of the Golden Fleece, Bles?"

"No,up toward the Cresswell fields, he sahite rasped his hoe and started briskly to work

"Solanced at her watch in surprise and arose hastily

"Yes, with pleasure," she saidaway--at first very fast, and then more and more slowly up the lane, with a puzzled look on her face

She began to realize that in this pleasant little chat the fact of the boy's color had quite escaped her; and what especially puzzled her was that this had not happened before She had been here four months, and yet every moment up to now she seemed to have been vividly, al to black folk Now, for one little half-hour she had been a wo--just talking; there were no persons in the conversation, just things--one thing: Cotton

She started thinking of cotton--but at once she pulled herself back to the other aspect Always before she had been veiled fro it before her soul, or had they hidden timidly behind its other side? Or was it sier she thought, the y that she knew Here was a unique thing, and she climbed to her bedroom and stared at the stars