Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

. and I regretted that I didn’t know. Leaving here we decided to go on until the seven o’clock whistles blew, but just as we had come to the pond between Bentley’s and Yorker’s, they began to blow and we started homeward, turning our steps to the path that leads along the southside of the woods. Then again I heard the same song again, calling from a willow-tree. I looked and saw a ground-oriole! So it was my little friend who crawled among the leaves who had so long delighted and puzzled me! When we came up he flew away. Up near the fence a meadow-lark began to sing and his song was delightful.

On the other side Bill stopped to get some sassafras, and after he had secured a few roots, we went on.  By now the mists had disappeared and when we vent to school, the sun was shining warmly, and the breezes were warm. When I got to school I went over to see Miss Tate about my thesis. She laughed when I told he what I wanted; I guess so many have asked her she is nearly crazy. I shoved a list I had espied from a debate book but she said the were all mostly expository and would not do for Orations, and re­marked that she was out of ideas and would ace Mr. Lease about it.  In the second period she came and talked to me quite a while about it.