by Frank O'Connor    


     AFRIC and Nance went up the moun-  
     tain, two little girls in shapeless,   
     colorless smocks of coarse frieze.  
     With them went the lamb.  Afric had  
     found it on the mountain, and it in-  
     sisted on accompanying her every-  
     where.  It was an idiotic, astonished  
     animal which stopped dead and   
     bucked and scampered entirely with-  
     out reason.  It was drawing on to   
     dusk.  
        Shadow was creeping up the  
     mountain.  First light faded from the  
     sea, then from the rocks, then from  
     the roadway and the fields.  Soon it  
     would dwindle from the bog; every-  
     thing there would fill with rich color