Chapter 16 NARROW MARGINS

The black-caps pipe among the reeds,

And there'll be rain to follow;

There is a murmur as of wind

In every coign and hollow;

The wrens do chatter of their fears

While swinging on the barley-ears.

-Amélie Rives.

The Judge and Mrs. Claiborne were dining with some old friends in the valley, and Shirley, left alone, carried to the