`` And if you once got stuck in that black mud you 'd be sucked right down and never seen or heard tell of again till the day of judgment , like Adam Palmer 's cow , '' she was wont to warn her boarders . Murray sought his favourite spot for pond dreaming -- a bloomy corner of the pasture that ran down into the blue water , with a dump of leafy maples on the left . He was very glad he had risen early . A miracle was being worked before his very eyes . The world was in a flush and tremor of maiden loveliness , instinct with all the marvellous fleeting charm of girlhood and spring and young morning . Overhead the sky was a vast high-sprung arch of unstained crystal . Down over the sand dunes , where the pond ran out into the sea , was a great arc of primrose smitten through with auroral crimsonings . Beneath it the pond waters shimmered with a hundred fairy hues , but just before him they were clear as a flawless mirror . The fields around him glistened with dews , and a little wandering wind , blowing lightly from some bourne in the hills , strayed down over the slopes , bringing with it an unimaginable odour and freshness , and fluttered over the pond , leaving a little path of dancing silver ripples across the mirror-glory of the water . Birds were singing in the beech woods over on Orchard Knob Farm , answering to each other from shore to shore , until the very air was tremulous with the elfin music of this wonderful midsummer dawn . `` I will get up at sunrise every morning of my life hereafter , '' exclaimed Murray rapturously , not meaning a syllable of it , but devoutly believing he did . Just as the fiery disc of the sun peered over the sand dunes Murray heard music that was not of the birds . It was a girl 's voice singing beyond the maples to his left -- a clear sweet voice , blithely trilling out the old-fashioned song , `` Five O'Clock in the Morning . '' `` Mrs. Palmer 's niece ! '' Murray sprang to his feet and tiptoed cautiously through the maples . He had heard so much from Mrs. Palmer about her niece that he felt reasonably well acquainted with her . Moreover , Mrs. Palmer had assured him that Mollie was a very pretty girl . Now a pretty girl milking cows at sunrise in the meadows sounded well . Mrs. Palmer had not over-rated her niece 's beauty . Murray said so to himself with a little whistle of amazement as he leaned unseen on the pasture fence and looked at the girl who was milking a placid Jersey less than ten yards away from him .
Murray 's artistic instinct responded to the whole scene with a thrill XXXXX satisfaction .
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