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A LIGHT breeze blew softly through the open doorway of the old home at Roseville. Busy brown bees were making a drowsy hum among the blossoms overhanging the porch; upon the garden slope, apple-trees sent with every little gust of perfume-laden air a shower of rose-touched petals to the ground; birds sang blithely in the as yet delicately clad trees near the house, a flash of blue across the gray-green foliage denoting the presence of a blue-bird, or a burnished orange redbreast showing vividly against the grass of the lawn, telling that a robin had returned to his May-time haunts.
Instead of Eldorado Ann, a little colored girl was cleaning knives by the kitchen-door, once in a while joining in soft accord with Mammy, whose singing came in snatches through the window as she worked away.