A little way off was a small dry creek bed, gratefully silent to a little girl who had lived so long in the rushing sewers.
While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to, but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Donna, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.
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"The cordial quality of pear or plum
Rises as gladly in the single tree
As in the whole orchards resonant with bees."
- Emerson