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"
Easter
!
"
She
turned
up
her
nose
.
"
Huh
!
Spring
in
corsets
!
"
"
Easter
would
bore
spring
,
would
n't
she
?
Easter
has
her
hair
braided
,
wears
a
tailored
suit
.
"
"
Bind
on
thy
sandals
,
oh
,
thou
most
fleet
.
Over
the
splendor
and
speed
of
thy
feet
--
"
quoted
Eleanor
softly
,
and
then
added
:
"
I
suppose
Hallowe'en
is
a
better
day
for
autumn
than
Thanksgiving
.
"
"
Much
better
--
and
Christmas
eve
does
very
well
for
winter
,
but
summer
...
"
"
Summer
has
no
day
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
ca
n't
possibly
have
a
summer
love
.
So
many
people
have
tried
that
the
name
's
become
proverbial
.
Summer
is
only
the
unfulfilled
promise
of
spring
,
a
charlatan
in
place
of
the
warm
balmy
nights
I
dream
of
in
April
.
It
's
a
sad
season
of
life
without
growth
...
It
has
no
day
.
"
"
Fourth
of
July
,
"
Amory
suggested
facetiously
.
"
Do
n't
be
funny
!
"
she
said
,
raking
him
with
her
eyes
.
"
Well
,
what
could
fulfil
the
promise
of
spring
?
"
