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NEARLY fell fair in my tracks. I'm trudgin' homeward with my axe When I come on her suddenly. "I wonder if I'm lost?" says she. "It's risky on such roads as this." I lifts my hat an' says, "Yes, miss." I knew 'twas rude for me to stare. But, oh, that sunlight in her hair!

"I wonder if I'm lost?" says she, An' gives a smile that staggers me. "An' yet, it wouldn't matter much Supposing that I was, with such A glorious green world about. With bits of blue sky peepin' out. Do you think there will be a fog?" "No, miss," says I, an' pats my dog.

"Oh, what a dear old dog!" says she. "Most dogs are pretty fond of me." She calls him to her, an' he goes. (He didn't find it hard, I s'pose;