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CHAPTER VI.

Bricut enough was the sky upon the mor-
row, dressing up the earth as though every
thing had got a new lease of beauty for the
yesterday’s gloom. And it had, too. Leaves
and grass blades were absolutely covered
with jewels, and the flowers in gardens and
_ fields, peeped up to the sunlight so pure and
beautiful, it seemed as though the water-
drops had washed away every taint of earth
from off them. A joyous day, and human
life seemed just exactly in unison with it, too.
The great school-house gate was opened, and
heads were popping in and voices were chim-
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