. In the forest of Arden. tl IMittiliiHi Years ago, when we were planning !!?to build a certain modest little house, Rosalind and I found endless delight jin the pleasures of anticipation. By,day and by night our talk came backto the home we were to make for our-selves. We discussed plan after planand found none quite to our mind;we examined critically the houses wevisited; we pored over books; we laidthe experience of our friends under con-tribution; and when at last we hadagreed upon certain essentials, we calledan architect to our aid, and fondly im-agined that now the prelude of discus- mi
. In the forest of Arden. tl IMittiliiHi Years ago, when we were planning !!?to build a certain modest little house, Rosalind and I found endless delight jin the pleasures of anticipation. By,day and by night our talk came backto the home we were to make for our-selves. We discussed plan after planand found none quite to our mind;we examined critically the houses wevisited; we pored over books; we laidthe experience of our friends under con-tribution; and when at last we hadagreed upon certain essentials, we calledan architect to our aid, and fondly im-agined that now the prelude of discus- mis^sion and delay was over, we should ffind unalloyed delight in seeing o^r|i^i/;rt/ ±Ji4imaginary home swiftly take form and Iff^ft^^/S^^become a thing of reality. Alas for ourhopes I Expense followed fast upon ex-pense and delay upon delay. Therewere endless troubles with masons andcarpenters and plumbers; and when 73 wi it^-f^K.
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