In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

 My boy Robinson:


October is the month for painted leaves.... As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.     
























































































































































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