. Our village. ■L. three almost together. Do you not see tlieiii ? Oneseems tremulous, vibrating, as if on the extremity of .1leaf of grass ; the others are deeper in the hedge, in 176 OUR VILLAGE some green cell on which their hght falls with an emeraldlustre. I hope my friends the cricketers will not comethis wa}- home. I would not have the prett} creaturesremoved for more than I care to say, and in this matterI would hardly trust Joe Kirby—boys so love to stickthem in their hats. But this lane is quite deserted. Itis only a road from field to field. No one comes hereat this hour. They are q
. Our village. ■L. three almost together. Do you not see tlieiii ? Oneseems tremulous, vibrating, as if on the extremity of .1leaf of grass ; the others are deeper in the hedge, in 176 OUR VILLAGE some green cell on which their hght falls with an emeraldlustre. I hope my friends the cricketers will not comethis wa}- home. I would not have the prett} creaturesremoved for more than I care to say, and in this matterI would hardly trust Joe Kirby—boys so love to stickthem in their hats. But this lane is quite deserted. Itis only a road from field to field. No one comes hereat this hour. They are quite safe ; and I shall walkhere to-morrow and visit them again. And now, good-night ! beautiful insects, lamps of the fairies, good-night!
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