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AnditwasSummer，beautifulSummer！\"ThoseweretheclosingwordsofThea’sfavoritefairytale，andshethoughtofthemassheranoutintotheworldoneSaturdaymorninginMay，hermusicbookunderherarm。
ShewasgoingtotheKohlers’totakeherlesson，butshewasinnohurry。
Itwasinthesummerthatonereallylived。Thenallthelittleovercrowdedhouseswereopenedwide，andthewindblewthroughthemwithsweet，earthysmellsofgarden—planting。Thetownlookedasifithadjustbeenwashed。Peoplewereoutpaintingtheirfences。Thecotton—
woodtreeswerea—flickerwithsticky，yellowlittleleaves，andthefeatherytamariskswereinpinkbud。Withthewarmweathercamefreedomforeverybody。Peopleweredugup，asitwere。Theveryoldpeople，whomonehadnotseenallwinter，cameoutandsunnedthemselvesintheyard。Thedoublewindowsweretakenoffthehouses，thetormentingflannelsinwhichchildrenhadbeenencasedallwinterwereputawayinboxes，andtheyoungstersfeltapleasureinthecoolcottonthingsnexttheirskin。