In her apron she had a quantity of empty egg-shells, so
carefully drained of their contents as to present an almost perfect
external appearance, and these she was arranging on the twigs of a large
bush that grew just outside the window.
I was glad, afterwards, that I intruded then no skeptical questions as to
her purpose, for, as I stood and looked at her, her action gradually lost
for me the tinge of eccentricity, with which it had at first seemed
imbued. I realized that there was something grander than reason, more
exalted than philosophy.
"I suppose you've heerd about egg-plants, teacher;" said she, at length,
turning to me, while the sun in her face broke up into scintillant beams
that penetrated my being, and quickened my very soul. "This 'ere old
bush ain't bore nothin' for years, and it looked so bare and sorrerful,
somehow, standin' out here all alone, and everything else a kinder wakin'
up in the spring, I thought I'd try to sorter liven it up a little;" and
she resumed her placid occupation.
"Blessed Grandma," I could only murmur, as I turned to enter the Ark;
"inspired, delightful soul!"
It was in March that the Wallencamp sun-bonnets came forth, all in a
single day, a curious and startling pageant.
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