. Our village. -Am. An old gamekeeper. Copyright 1893 by Macmillan &■ Co. THE FIRST PRIMROSE 49 open common, with its park-like trees, its beautifulstream, wandering and twisting along, and its ruralbridge. Here we turn again, past that other whitefarmhouse, half hidden by the magnificent elms whichstand before it. Ah ! riches dwell not there, but thereis found the next best thing—an industrious and light-hearted poverty. Twenty years ago Rachel Hiltonwas the prettiest and merriest lass in the countr}-. Herfather, an old gamekeeper, had retired to a village ale-house, where his good beer, his
. Our village. -Am. An old gamekeeper. Copyright 1893 by Macmillan &■ Co. THE FIRST PRIMROSE 49 open common, with its park-like trees, its beautifulstream, wandering and twisting along, and its ruralbridge. Here we turn again, past that other whitefarmhouse, half hidden by the magnificent elms whichstand before it. Ah ! riches dwell not there, but thereis found the next best thing—an industrious and light-hearted poverty. Twenty years ago Rachel Hiltonwas the prettiest and merriest lass in the countr}-. Herfather, an old gamekeeper, had retired to a village ale-house, where his good beer, his social humour, and hisblack-eyed daughter, brought much custom. She hadlovers by the score ; but Joseph White, the dashingand lively son of an opulent farmer, carried off the fairRachel. They married and settled here, and here theylive still, as merrily as ever, with fourteen children ofall ages and sizes, from nineteen years to nineteenmonths, working harder than any people in the parish,and enjoying themse
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