October Vagabonds

made our Summer camp, my eye fell on a notice affixed to a gate-post, and, as I read it, my heart sank-sank as the sun was sin

myself. "We have got to admit

the orchard on the other side, where here and there among the trees the torrents of apples were being already c

h his skilled French cookery, preparing our evening meal. The woods still made a pompous show of leaves, but I knew it to be a hollow sham, a mask of foliage soon to be stripped off by equinoctial fury, a precarious stage-setting, ready to be b

ll. Of course, we had known it for some time, but had not had the heart to admit it to each other, could not find courage to say that one more golden Summer was at an end. But the

lamp-light deep down among the trees of the gully, I could see Colin innocently at

. I believe the tea

th arrived and set down my ba

aper from my

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what I

"It is the epi