Something to Remember

[Of Special Interest to Children]

The fog came rolling in over the sea that morning in thick gray banks. The children stood at the window watching as it came up across the beach, over the meadow, and into their garden. First it was a thin veil, softly floating over the trees; then it was a heavy veil, making the trees look strange and distorted; then it was thick, dense fog, and there were no trees at all.

Jill, who was nearly big enough to go to school, turned away from the window and spoke to her mother, who sat by the fire sewing: "Where have the trees gone, Mummy?"

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