. Our village. W^? 1)(ff:. ay 2nd.— A delicious evening ;—brightsunshine ; light summer air ; a skyalmost cloudless; and a fresh yetdelicate verdure on the hedges andin the fields ;—an evening that seemsmade for a visit to my newly-discovered haunt, themossy dell, one of the most beautiful spots in theneighbourhood, which after passing, times out of num-ber, the field which it terminates, we found out abouttwo months ago from the accident of Mays killing arabbit there. May has had a fancy for the place eversince ; and so have I. Thither accordingly we bend our way ;—throughthe village ;—up the
. Our village. W^? 1)(ff:. ay 2nd.— A delicious evening ;—brightsunshine ; light summer air ; a skyalmost cloudless; and a fresh yetdelicate verdure on the hedges andin the fields ;—an evening that seemsmade for a visit to my newly-discovered haunt, themossy dell, one of the most beautiful spots in theneighbourhood, which after passing, times out of num-ber, the field which it terminates, we found out abouttwo months ago from the accident of Mays killing arabbit there. May has had a fancy for the place eversince ; and so have I. Thither accordingly we bend our way ;—throughthe village ;—up the hill ;—along the common ;—pastthe avenue ;—across the bridge ; and by the hill. Howdeserted the road is to-night ! We have not seen asingle acquaintance, except poor blind Robert, ladenwith his sack of grass plucked from the hedges, and thelittle boy that leads him. A singular division of labour !Little Jem guides Robert to the spots where the long loS OUR VILLAGE ^rass grows, and tells him where it is mos
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