"WET DAY, FINE DAY."
"The birch trees in their green and goldL just rippled, and tho lilac whispered t0 the littlo w i n( i that Spring had como at last, that a goldfinch-had told hor how hyacinths nodded .their purple and white heads over a stream,- and how buttercups had peeped at him f rom th(J BWeP + s hady grass. But now the sea ls rufiicil,-tho sky is grey, ani
_ ' t j le hills hidden by the driven rai» that sweeps past them. The birci trees stand frghtened and drooping, an( j the lilac shrinks' from the bitter touch of Old Man Winter." • • - . ... "L'OISELELK (16). Thorndon. ' n.M.iii.ii..iiiiinmfiin..il>fiii.HiMii<lin.iiucilllim.»iiii.Hiiii«
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 106, 1 November 1930, Page 20
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108"WET DAY, FINE DAY." Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 106, 1 November 1930, Page 20
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