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CHAPTER III.

NURSE'S FARM.

"'Twas that loveliness, ever in motion, which plays Like the light upon autumn's soft shadowy days; Now here and now there, giving warmth as it flies From the lips to the cheek, from the cheek to the eyes; And where it most sparkled no glance could discover— In lip, cheek, or eyes—for she brightened all over."

The exquisite beauty of one of the long Spring twilights of New England was slowly fading; the glowing west was still a sea of dazzling light and brilliancy; but the amber and gold which had flushed the pure blue of the western sky was gradually turning to purple and crimson, and streaming up in long penciled rays to the zenith, when Goodwife Campbell sat at the front window of her quiet home, silent, and thoughtfully knitting.

But though her active and experienced hands were thus busy, her mind and eyes were not given to the monotonous work which,