The trees they swiftly passed, when the moonbeams touched them, assumed gigantic, grotesque shapes in the darkness.

Mary quoted from a favorite poem, "The Huskers," by Whittier: 'Till broad and red as when he rose, the sun Sank down at last, And, like a merry guest's farewell, the day In brightness passed.
And lo! as through the western pines, On meadow, stream and pond, Flamed the red radiance of a sky, Set all afire beyond.
Slowly o'er the eastern sea bluffs, A milder glory shone, And the sunset and the moon-rise Were mingled into one! As thus into the quiet night, The twilight lapsed away, And deeper in the brightening moon The tranquil shadows lay.
From many a brown, old farm house And hamlet without name, Their milking and their home tasks done, The merry huskers came.
"You mean 'The Merry Picknickers Came,'" said Fritz Schmidt, as Mary finished, "and here we are at home.

Good night, all.".