. The book of months . JULY be I cannot guess; I am only sure that it will beso. Atheists and dyspeptics (the two are muchthe same) may laugh; and if they enjoy theirlaugh, so much the better for them. So I am living now at the outskirts of thetown where Margery and Dick lived togetherfor one month of their lives, and on this morningof the 1st of July I know that May and Junehave ended, and go back to the ordinary littledaily affairs I had been telling you about uptill the end of April. Many great little thingshave happened, and the extraordinary conductof the jackmanni, which the next-door ca
. The book of months . JULY be I cannot guess; I am only sure that it will beso. Atheists and dyspeptics (the two are muchthe same) may laugh; and if they enjoy theirlaugh, so much the better for them. So I am living now at the outskirts of thetown where Margery and Dick lived togetherfor one month of their lives, and on this morningof the 1st of July I know that May and Junehave ended, and go back to the ordinary littledaily affairs I had been telling you about uptill the end of April. Many great little thingshave happened, and the extraordinary conductof the jackmanni, which the next-door cat oncedisinterred, seems to me to claim the first atten-tion. It had been planted against a warm,southwesterly wall; it had been pampered likean only child; for yards round the soil had beenenriched; its dead leaves were diligently pickedoff. I really did all I could to make it happy,but instead of being happy it sulked. It did not151 !&, M^ u, - 7t E^; .•*^,. i, ^L,c■iH^■.■■ :Jvpf l;-^^^^^S ■.. ■51
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