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           Andsomedays,hewenton,weredaysofhearingeverytrumpandtrilloftheuniverse. Somedaysweregoodfortastingandsomefortouching. Andsomedaysweregoodforallthesensesatonce. Thisdaynow,henodded,smelledasifagreatandnamelessorchardhadgrownupovernightbeyondthehillstofilltheentirevisiblelandwithitswarmfreshness. Theairfeltlikerain,buttherewerenoclouds. Momentarily,astrangermightlaughoffinthewoods,buttherewassilence... 

           Douglaswatchedthetravelingland. Hesmellednoorchardsandsensednorain,forwithoutappletreesorcloudsheknewneithercouldexist. Andasforthatstrangerlaughingdeepinthewoods...? 

           Yetthefactremained—Douglasshivered—this,withoutreason,wasaspecialday. 

           Thecarstoppedattheverycenterofthequietforest. 

           "Allright,boys,behave." 

           Theyhadbeenjostlingelbows. 

           "Yes,sir." 

           Theyclimbedout,carryingthebluetinpailsawayfromthelonelydirtroadintothesmelloffallenrain. 

           "Lookforbees,"saidFather. "Beeshangaroundgrapeslikeboysaroundkitchens,Doug? "Douglaslookedupsuddenly. 

           "You’reoffamillionmiles,"saidFather. "Lookalive. Walkwithus." 

           "Yes,sir."