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Title: Yellow Star : a story of east and west
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Eastman, Elaine Goodale, 1863-1953
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Publisher: Boston : Little, Brown and Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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to be off and into all sorts of outlandish
places. Where under the canopy was
she now? There was the last row of
trees bending with red and yellow fruit,
at the further end of the orchard, and
no sign of her.

16 YELLOW STAR

Everything was warm and sweet and
very still. Only the invisible choir of
crickets made silence musical, and a
flaming torch of goldenrod beside the
crumbling old stone wall seemed ready
to light the summers funeral pyre. Not
that Lucy Waring thought of it in just
that way, but possibly Stella's dreams
and fancies might have been so trans-
lated.
Perhaps it had not been quite polite
to leave the house so abruptly before
their guest had taken her leave. She had
forgotten . . . ought she to go back at
once? But where could the child be?
she wondered. As she stood hesitating,
a low, sweet call made her look quickly
up, and next instant a girlish figure
swung down out of the old apple-tree
and dropped lightly upon its feet.
Hair of a dense blue-black was neatly
braided and tied up with red ribbon that
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A girlish figure swung down out of the old apple-tree and
dropped lightly upon its feet. Page 16.

LAUREL FOLKS 17

matched the red plaid in her irreproach-
able gingham frock; a faint sort of under-
glow warmed the smooth, brown skin; a
something spirited about the carriage of
the well-shaped head and a singular
directness in the glance of the soft, black
eyes were the first things you noticed.
Surely, this was no ordinary child.
" Oh, mother, mother!" she cried,
impulsively throwing her arms around
the little lady's neck. " Isn't it beautiful?
Oh, I wish we had real grass and apple-
trees in Dakota, don't you? It wasn't
wrong to come out here, was it? Don't
say it was wrong, mother! Cant this
be my House to come out to when Miss
Sophia doesn't want me? I feel as if she
didn't want me; her house seems to
push me right out somehow. And I'm
terribly afraid of going to school; I've
been thinking how perhaps the other
girls won't want me either."

18 YELLOW STAR

" You must be brave, darling," qua-
vered poor Mrs. Waring. " Remember,
this strangeness will all wear off very
soon.''

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