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"The fresh salt breezes mingle with the smell / Of clover fields and ripened hay beside; / And Nature, musing, happy and serene, / Hath here for willing man her sweetest spell. " / J. F. H.
After lunch, the Sleeping Water party separated. The Pitres found some old friends from up the Bay. Agapit wandered away with some young men, and Vesper, lazily declining to saunter with them, stood leaning against a tree behind a bench on which his mother and Rose were seated.