All was hushed and dream-like, and there was no sound save the murmur of happy insects, which seemed like the humming of the sunlight itself.


The Highway to Happiness (p. 141), The Morningside Press. 1913


All was hushed and dream-like, and there was no sound save the murmur of happy insects, which seemed like the humming of the sunlight itself.

All was hushed and dream-like, and there was no sound save the murmur of happy insects, which seemed like the humming of the sunlight itself.

All was hushed and dream-like, and there was no sound save the murmur of happy insects, which seemed like the humming of the sunlight itself.

All was hushed and dream-like, and there was no sound save the murmur of happy insects, which seemed like the humming of the sunlight itself.