. Our village. tint, and lined, as it were, witha rich and changeful purple !—Dont you see them ? pursued my dear \-oung friend, who is a delightful pieceof life and sunshine, and was half inclined to scold mefor the calmness with which, amused by her enthusiasm,I stood listening to her ardent exclamations— Dontyou see them ? Oh how beautiful ! and in whatquantity ! what profusion ! See how the dark shadeof the holly sets off the light and delicate colouring ofthe flower !—And see that other bed of them springingfrom the rich moss in the roots of that old beech-tree !Pray, let us gather some.
. Our village. tint, and lined, as it were, witha rich and changeful purple !—Dont you see them ? pursued my dear \-oung friend, who is a delightful pieceof life and sunshine, and was half inclined to scold mefor the calmness with which, amused by her enthusiasm,I stood listening to her ardent exclamations— Dontyou see them ? Oh how beautiful ! and in whatquantity ! what profusion ! See how the dark shadeof the holly sets off the light and delicate colouring ofthe flower !—And see that other bed of them springingfrom the rich moss in the roots of that old beech-tree !Pray, let us gather some. Here are baskets. So,quickly and carefully we began gathering, leaves,blossoms, roots and all, for the plant is so fragile thatit will not brook separation ;—quickly and carefullywe gathered, encountering divers petty misfortunes inspite of all our care, now caught by the veil in a holly THE WOOD 99 bush, now hitching our shawls in a bramble, stillgathering on, in spite of scratched fingers, till we had. Let us gather some. Copyrisht 1893 by MacmiHan &■ Co. nearly filled our baskets and began to talk ..f ourdeparture :— But where is May ? May ! May ! No going home loo OUR VILLAGE without her. May ! Here she comes galloping, thebeauty !—(Ellen is almost as fond of May as I am.)— What has she got in her mouth ? that rough, round,brown substance which she touches so tenderly ? Whatcan it be? A birds nest ? Naughty May ! No ! as I live, a hedgehog ! Look, Ellen, how ithas coiled itself into a thorny ball ! Off with it. May !Dont bring it to me! And May, somewhat re-luctant to part with her prickly prize, however trouble-some of carriage, whose change of shape seemed to meto have puzzled her sagacity more than any event Iever witnessed, for in general she has perfectly the airof understanding all that is going forward—May atlast dropt the hedgehog ; continuing, how^ever, to pat itwith her delicate cat-like paw, cautiously and daintilyapplied, and caught back sudden
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