The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 22 Page 7

‘ought’ or ‘ought not’ about it. Let him vegetate until cooler weather. Then, if he doesn’t improve, we’ll see what can be done. Something radical, I imagine.”

The fall arrived in a splendor that was truly oriental in its gorgeousness. The changing colors of the foliage surpassed in brilliancy anything David had ever seen or imagined possible. The mantle of deepest green which had clothed the mountain sides all summer, became transmuted, until all the world was glorified and glowing as if the heat of the summer sun had been stored up during the drowsy days to burst forth thus in warmest reds and golds.

“The hills look as if they had clothed themselves in Turkish rugs, ancient and fine,” said David one evening, as he sat on his rock,