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The Solitary Summer
·
Elizabeth Von Arnim
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I
admit
I
was
frightened
when
I
heard
where
they
had
been
playing,
for
when
the
wind
comes
from
that
quarter
even
sitting
by
my
rose
beds
I
have
been
reminded
of
the
existence
of
the
pond;
and
I
kept
them
in
bed
for
three
days,
anxiously
awaiting
symptoms,
and
my
head
full
of
a
dreadful
story
I
had
heard
of
a
little
boy
who
had
drunk
seltzer
water
and
thereupon
been
seized
with
typhoid
fever
and
had
died,
and
if,
I
asked
myself
with
a
power
of
reasoning
unusual
in
a
woman,
you
die
after
seltzer
water,
what
will
you
not
do
after
frog-pond?
But
they
did
nothing,
except
be
uproarious,
and
sing
at
the
top
of
their
voices,
and
clamour
for
more
dinner
than
I
felt
would
be
appropriate
for
babies
who
were
going
to
be
dangerously
ill
in
a
few
hours;
and
so,
after
due
waiting,
they
were
got
up
and
dressed
and
turned
loose
again,
and
from
that
day
to
this
no
symptoms
have
appeared.
The
pond
was
at
first
strictly
forbidden
as
a
playground,
but
afterwards
I
made
concessions,
and
now
they
are
allowed
to
go
to
a
deserted
little
burying-ground
on
the
west
side
of
it
when
the
wind
is
in
the
west;
and
there
at
least
they
can
hear
the
frogs,
and
sometimes,
if
they
are
patient,
catch
a
delightful
glimpse
of
them.
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