WHAT WAS ON THE TREE.
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bright color which still clung to the bare boughs of an oak-tree.
"Dear, dear Months,—how good they have been to us!" whispered Thekla, as the hill faded from view.
And the ship spread her white wings, and sailed away to the New World.
"One week later a large ship weighed anchor in a port, and upon her deck stood our
two children," Max and Thekla.
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