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
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