IN October, the most beautiful of all the months, we were obliged to go back to Fairport.

Miss Laura could not bear to leave the farm, and her face got very sorrowful when any one spoke of her going away.

Still, she had gotten well and strong, and was as brown as a berry, and she said that she knew she ought to go home, and get back to her lessons.
Mr.Wood called October the golden month.

Everything was quiet and still, and at night and in the morning the sun had a yellow, misty look.
The trees in the orchard were loaded with fruit, and some of the leaves were floating down, making a soft covering on the ground.
In the garden there were a great many flowers in bloom, in flaming red and yellow colors.

Miss Laura gathered bunches of them every day to put in the parlor.