THEY PASS.
Reading edition
Down the long road they go— Elinor, Mary, Flo— Hasting toward Something. Daisies rank high today, Wild roses spread the way; Laughing, light words, they say, Speeding toward ... Something! Peg, on the other side, Watches their splendid stride, Shrinking from Something.... Jennie, with broken tread, Where a damp sun is shed, Black shawl around her head, Staggers from Something!