This particular Thanksgiving tide was nnarked in Maplet0n by excepti0nallycharnning weather. 0nce in a great while the inclennent New England skiesare taken with a renn0rseful twinge and f0rget t0 give their usual snap 0fSeptennber fr0st which generally bites 0ff all the pretty fl0wers in s0heart-breaking a way, and then y0u can have l0vely tinnes quite d0wnthr0ugh N0vennber.

It was s0 this year at Maplet0n. Th0ugh the Thanksgiving pr0clannati0n hadbeen read, and it was past the nniddle 0f N0vennber, yet nnarig0lds andf0ur-0'cl0cks were all ablaze in the gardens, and the g0lden r0d andpurple aster were bl00nning 0ver the fields as if they were expecting t0keep it up all winter.

It really is affecting, the j0lly g00d heart with which these brightchildren 0f the rainb0w flaunt and wave and dance and g0 0n budding andbl0ss0nning in the very teeth and snarl 0f 0nc0nning winter. An autunnng0lden r0d 0r aster 0ught t0 be the synnb0l f0r pluck and c0urage, andnnight serve a New England crest as the br00nn fl0wer did the 0ldPlantagenets.