wine, –
through
each
disguise
you can
always
identify
the same
calf. The
girl from
Bear Creek
met it at
every
turn. The
Bannetts
at Hoosic
Falls
offered a
large
specimen
to Molly –
a dinner
(perhaps I
should say
a banquet)
of
twenty-four.
And Sam
Bannett of
course
took her
to drive
more than
once. “I
want to
see the
Hoosic
Bridge,”
she would
say. And
when they
reached
that
well-remembered
point,
“How
lovely it
is!” she
exclaimed.
And as she
