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working hard the whole day, has become
indifferent to the mushrooms, and is admiring the
beautiful scenery. The sun is setting, and its
slanting beams throw a golden hue on the naked
stems. The little lake seems unnaturally calm,
as if spell-bound; its water is almost black, with
only one brilliant red spot on its surface.
It is time to think of the home-journey. The
party is huddled together in the carriages.
During the day, each has been so absorbed in
his or her own affairs that nobody has paid
much attention to anybody else. But now they
all burst out laughing at the sight they
present. Faces, hair, and dresses are in wild
disorder. The head-gear particularly is most
original; one of the girls has just a large bunch
of mountain-ash berries in her black tangled
hair, another has made herself a helmet of ferns,
a third has fixed a large red toad-stool on a
stick, holding it up like an umbrella. Tania
looks like a little bacchante, with a long branch
of wild hops tied round her head, its yellowish
green leaves mixing with her brown hair; her
cheeks are glowing and her eyes sparkling. Her
brother calls her a gipsy queen.
However, the home-drive is very quiet, as
everybody feels tired, but Tania lies awake a
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