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Across the Fields
by Anatole France

After breakfast Catherine goes out into the meadows with her little brother Jack. When they start out the day is as young and fresh as they are. The sky is not exactly blue; it is rather a gray, but a gray that is softer than all the blues in the world. Catherine's eyes are the very same gray and seem made out of a piece of the morning sky. Catherine and Jack go quite alone into the meadows. Their mother is a farmer's wife and has work to do at the farm. They have no nurse to take them out, but then they don't need one. They know the way; they know the woods and the fields and the hills equally well.

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