summer noons
She would find a still place under the trees somewhere ; the snow would cover her quite out of sight before morning , -- the pure , white snow . She would be only Maggie then . The road , like some familiar dream , wound at last into the village . Down the street where her childish feet had pattered in their playing , by the old town pump , where , coming home from school , she used to drink the cool , clear water on summer noons , she passed , -- a silent shadow . She might have been the ghost of some dead life , so moveless was her face . She stopped at last , looking about her . `` Where ?