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Now the road was shaded on either hand by large trees, their branches almost meeting overhead, and anon, an opening in their ranks afforded a glimpse of some charming little valley, some sequestered nook amongst the hills, some grassy meadow, or field of golden wheat, or a far-off view of the sea.
"It's a good thing, though, that it was iced tea, instead of being hot." "Indeed that was a blessing," said Mrs. Bobbsey, while Dinah began picking up the pieces of the cup and saucer. "You must be more careful, Freddie." "I will, ma," he promised. "But tell us about Meadow Brook. When can we go?" "Not until you get a dry suit on, at least," said Mr. Bobbsey with a smile.
Yes, he MUST be crazy, and he had insulted her, but he was an old man and God knows what! Her heart was beating rapidly, her breath was hurried, but she ran back to the stile. He was not there. The field sloped away on either side of it. But she could distinguish nothing in the pouring rain above the wind-swept meadow. He must have gone home.
That is easily said, and sounds excellently. Ah, but how will you recognize Koshchei? and how do you know you have not already passed by Koshchei in some street or meadow? Come now, King Jurgen," said Horvendile, and still his young face wore an impish smile; "come tell me, how do you know that I am not Koshchei who made all things as they are?"
When Bland was called away from her, she was shown to a place at some distance from Mrs. Kettering's party, and she sat down and looked about with interest. From the smooth lawn and still glowing borders before the old gray house, a meadow ran down to the river that wandered, gleaming, through the valley, and beyond it the brown moors cut against the clear blue sky.
It was as though such a bed grew beneath his eyes meadow smooth smoother than that smooth as air, air that lost nothing by yielding smooth as ether that, yielding all, yielded nothing.... The moment went, but left its memory. As the moment was large so was its memory. He fought against it with tribes of memories, lower and dwarfish, but myriads strong.
"I do not know, master," she quietly replies; "I have not yet seen her today. Early in the morning, before sunrise, I went out to the meadow to milk the goats, that my child, my darling Masa, might have fresh sweet milk for her breakfast; since then I have been occupied with getting breakfast ready, and now you ask me 'Where is Masa?"
The meadow upon which they rested sloped gently away before them for about a mile, where it appeared to plunge abruptly down into a thickly wooded ravine, beyond which shot up a long, rocky ridge, the slopes of which appeared to be absolutely inaccessible; for, search as Escombe might with the aid of his telescope, nowhere could he detect so much as a single speck of snow to indicate the presence of even the smallest ledge or inequality in the face of the rock.
They breakfasted together, after which his Majesty, accompanied by the King of Saxony, his brothers and nephews, repaired to the meadow behind the palace, where fifteen thousand men of the guard awaited him in as fine condition as on the most brilliant parades on the Champ-de-Mars.
To-morrow morning we shall start for Meadow Brook." "And are we going to take the Bluebird along?" inquired Flossie. "No, the houseboat will stay at home this trip," her mother said. "There isn't enough water at Meadow Brook to sail the Bluebird." They talked over their new summer plans, and the children were delighted at the prospect of going to see their cousin, their uncle and their aunt.
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