... It's the same."
They looked at each other and smiled. "We ought not to think of such things
to-day," she said.
Mrs. Phillips came along, shepherding her little flock for the return. "But
before we _do_ turn back," she adjured them, "just look at those two
lovely spreading pines standing together alone on that far hill." The small
group gazed obediently--though to many of them the prospect was a familiar
one. Yes, there stood two pines, one just a little taller than the other,
and just a little inclined across the other's top. "A girl out here in
August called them Paolo and Francesca. Do you think," she asked Cope,
"that those names are suitable?"
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, looking at the trees thoughtfully. "They
seem rather--static; and Dante's lovers, if I recollect, had considerable
drive. They were '_al vento_'--on the wind--weren't they? It might be
less violent and more modern to call your trees Pelleas and Melisande,
or--"
"That's it. That's the very thing!" said Medora Phillips heartily. "Pelleas
and Melisande, of course. That girl had a very ordinary mind."
"I've felt plenty of wind on the dunes, more than once," interjected
Hortense.
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