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THE SHINING GROTTO
I can hardly describe our joy when, after many tedious and gloomy weeks of rain, the sky began to brighten and the wind to drop.
The vegetation of our trees was rapidly advancing ; the seed we had thrown into the ground was sprouting in slender blades; the earth was covered with flowers. The song of birds was heard, and they were seen joyfully fluttering from branch to branch.
Our summer occupations began by arranging and thoroughly cleaning Falcon's Nest, which the rain and dead leaves blown by the wind had disturbed ; the stairs were cleared, and the rooms between the roots reoccupied. My wife lost not a moment in busying herself with her flax, from which she meant if possible to spin a piece of linen. ] carried the bundles of flax into the open air,
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