CHAPTER XVII
A CLASSIC REVIVAL
Only now and then does nature allow us a perfect thing.
The day of the presentation of the Greek poem of the Odyssey by the Girl and Boy Scouts was a perfect day.
It occurred during the last week in August. Here at the fringe of the deep woods the afternoon was like early September; there was more color, more radiance than one associates with any other month of the year.
Beyond the woods the wheat fields were golden, the final growth of the summer gardens a riot of purple and rose and blue. The corn fields having ripened, bent their green maturity to the breezes, the silk of the corn tassels made valiant banners. In the forests the beech trees showed bronze leaves amid the midsummer foliage, the sumach and the woodbine were flaunting the scarlet signals of autumn.
Along the road leading from Westhaven to the site in the woods where the Greek pageant would take place, from an early hour in the afternoon motor cars moved back and forth.
The first cars transported the players and their costumes and such odds and ends of scenery as had to be attended to at the last.
The same cars returned for the families and friends of the actors. Every automobile and carriage the town could spare for the occasion had been commandeered.