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It is the season of harvest that shows Rumania in all her glory, that season when the labour of man meets its reward, when, the earth having given her utmost, man, woman, and child go forth to gather in the wealth that makes this country what it is.
Sometimes, indeed, it is an hour of disappointment, for rain, hail, or drought ofttimes undoes man's weary work. Sometimes the earth has not responded to his dearest hopes, has not been able to bring forth her fruit.
"MOTHERS AND CHILDREN, AND OLD GRANNIES" (p. [53]).
"SMALL BRONZE STATUES WITH CURLY, TOUSLED HEADS" (p. [55]).