. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Miss Kva shed see them. Why, so she does, many a time. Siik looksKiGUTSTAK FULL IX THE FACE, and docs not know it! and then hewalked carefully from one flower-pot to another, delighting in keepingeverything in order as it was when (to use his own expression) the poormisthress went away. Tlieres twice as many dattodils this spring asthere was last, miss, dear, he had said, when Eva was about to visit thevicarage; and the snowdrojjs are as tliiek as hail—a lucky sign, agra I A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 161 and I never saw tlie earth so tangled
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . Miss Kva shed see them. Why, so she does, many a time. Siik looksKiGUTSTAK FULL IX THE FACE, and docs not know it! and then hewalked carefully from one flower-pot to another, delighting in keepingeverything in order as it was when (to use his own expression) the poormisthress went away. Tlieres twice as many dattodils this spring asthere was last, miss, dear, he had said, when Eva was about to visit thevicarage; and the snowdrojjs are as tliiek as hail—a lucky sign, agra I A FAIRY TALE OF LOVE. 161 and I never saw tlie earth so tangled witli violets—white and blue ! Youcould be lost in them, dear ; and a wonderful promise of cherries androses. I wish all them fine ladies and gentlemen wouldnt keep you awayfrom the Dovecote: and though Keeldars very civil when youre in it,hes too proud to stay with the likes of me, when youre wanting; and,jewel, youre not half as rosy or as happy-looking as you used to be. Ah,. avourneen deelish, you go too often to the cuuiichyard, mourning overthe one grave—where the sweetest herbs and flowers of spring andsummer always grow. Now, dont be angry with your poor Randy—dont, dear! only wheres the good of it ? Shed hear you just as readyfrom this, as to sit there on the grass thats long now. Cry as loud aswe will, dear, theres no answer from the grave ; none that we can hearwith our ears, though there is a voice comes to our heart, after muchweeping, to comfort us! and then, seeing Eva in tears, he wouldreproach himself bitterly, and, to change the subject, speak of Sidney ;that would produce almost as much emotion, until, in despair, he wouldoverwhelm her with accounts of a new brood of chickens, or amuseher with stories of the wonderful sagacity of a calf Kitty was rearing,or tell her of the steadiness with which every child in the village attendedschool, because they knew she would like it. Eva never considered Y 162 MIDSUMMER EVE anytliiiig trivial that
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