. The lone furrow . on its iron hinges, pushed fretfully by the autumnwind. The jocund face in the moon tipped groggily, rakishlyto one side, leered at us as we topped the last hill; and fora mile the silver thread of the graveled road lay like a pearlnecklace on the breast of earth. Afar, on the outer edgeof the world, twinkled lights. Home, half whispered Jean at my side, how cheerythe lights look. Ive had such a lovely day. If one couldbut glide down this long hill, with home waiting at thefoot of it, for ever and ever! But presently we were at the Hedge. The wheels hadhardly ceased to crun
. The lone furrow . on its iron hinges, pushed fretfully by the autumnwind. The jocund face in the moon tipped groggily, rakishlyto one side, leered at us as we topped the last hill; and fora mile the silver thread of the graveled road lay like a pearlnecklace on the breast of earth. Afar, on the outer edgeof the world, twinkled lights. Home, half whispered Jean at my side, how cheerythe lights look. Ive had such a lovely day. If one couldbut glide down this long hill, with home waiting at thefoot of it, for ever and ever! But presently we were at the Hedge. The wheels hadhardly ceased to crunch the roadway when a shaft of lightburst from the door, and, pellmell, tumbled forth childrenand dog in vociferous welcome; and silhouetted in the squareopening was the sturdy form of Sarah. A great soul panacea to-day, I whispered to the Mem-sahib, as Jean slipped up the stairway to take oif her wraps. I got the tribute of a kiss in answer, as though it hadbeen all my doing—I, who had but driven the horses. 298.
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