Whirlwinds scurried
among the piles of dead leaves on the lawns, scattering them,
chasing them madly around and around in circles.
"B-r-r-r!" shivered Carroll. "Winter's coming."
She kept herself busy about the house all the morning; ate her lunch
in solitude. Outside, the fierce wind, rising in a crescendo
shriek, howled around the eaves. The day darkened, but no rain
fell. At last Carroll resolved to take her husband's advice. She
stopped for Mina Heinzman, and the two walked around to the stable,
where the men harnessed old Prince into the phaeton.
They drove, the wind at their backs, across the drawbridge, past the
ship-yards, and out beyond the mills to the Marsh Road. There, on
either side the causeway, miles and miles of cat-tails and reeds
bent and recovered under the snatches of the wind. Here and there
showed glimpses of ponds or little inlets, the surface of the water
ruffled and dark blue. Occasionally one of these bayous swung in
across the road. Then the two girls could see plainly the fan-like
cat's-paws skittering here and there as though panic-stricken by the
swooping, invisible monster that pursued them.
Carroll and Mina Heinzman had a good time. They liked each other
very much, and always saw a great deal to laugh at in the things
about them and in the subjects about which they talked.
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