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Blackwood, Algernon, 1869-1951

"The Extra Day"

A wave
of movement passed across the lawn as though the flowers pressed
nearer, aware at last that they were being noticed. And both humans,
the big one and the little one, felt a sudden thrill of happiness and
beauty in their hearts. The rapture of the Spring slipped into them.
They concentrated all their thoughts on daisies....
"I'm beginning to feel it already," whispered the Little Human,
turning to gaze at him as though that breath of air impelled her too.
The wind blew her voice across his face like perfume; he looked, but
could not see her clearly; she swayed a little; her eyes melted
together into a single lovely circle, bright and steady within their
fringe of feathery lashes. He tried to speak--"Delight and expect, and
we'll know it direct"--but his voice spread across whole yards of
lawn. It became a single word that rolled and floated everywhere about
him, rising and falling like a wave upon a sea of green: "Daisy,
daisy, daisy." On all sides, beneath, above his head as well, it
passed with the music of the wandering wind, and he kept repeating it
--"Daisy, daisy!" _She_ kept repeating it, too, till the sound
multiplied, yet never grew louder than a murmur of air and grass and
tiny leaves--"Daisy, daisy, daisy.


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