"This is
the biggest chance I've ever had in my life," he declared, "and I
don't want to lose out on it."
So Cope rolled away to the dunes and left Lemoyne behind
for one Saturday night rehearsal the more.
Duneland gave him a tonic welcome. Under a breezy sky the
far edge of the lake stood out clear. Along its nearer edge the
vivacious waves tumbled noisily. The steady pines were welcoming
the fresh early foliage of such companions as dressed and undressed
in accord with the calendar; the wrecked trunks which
had given up life and its leafy pomps seemed somehow less sombre
and stark; and in the threatened woodlands behind the hills
a multiplicity of small new greeneries stirred the autumn's dead
leaves and brightened up the thickets of shrubbery. The arbutus
had companioned the hepatica, and the squads of the lupines
were busily preparing their panoply of lavender-blue racemes.
Nature was breaking bounds. On the inland horizon rose the
vast bulk of the prison. As on other excursions, nobody tried too
hard to see it.
"It's all too lovely," exclaimed Medora Phillips. "And what is
quite as good," she was able to declare, "the house itself is all
right.
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