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part of which had been cut so deeply into the soft soil that the banks (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)G1(end superscript) were several feet above their heads.
The child put out her hand and broke off a branch of wild plum that brushed against the sides of the buggy,
“Isn’t that beautiful? What did that tree, leaning out from the bank, make you all white and lacy, make you think of?” she asked.
“Well now, I dunno,” said Matthew.
“Why, a bride of course I’ve never –a bride all in white (begin subscript)^(end subscript)(begin superscript)with a lovely misty veil.(end superscript) I’ve never seen one but I can imagine what she would look like. I don’t ever expect to be a bride myself. I’m so ugly homely nobody will ever want to marry me — unless it might be a foreign missionary. I suppose a foreign missionary couldn’t mightn’t be very particular. But I do hope that
LMM Notes
LMM Note G1
fringed with blooming wild cherry trees and slim white birches,