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Slowly the evening was deepening into night, but still the glow from the setting sun lingered in the western sky. The brave little songster had gone from the top of the elm tree, but from the shrubbery behind the church a whippoorwill was beginning to tune his pipe.
"Oh, listen to the darling! " cried Patricia. "I haven't heard one for a long, long time."