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Alexander and Elspeth walked there and turned aside through a miniature pass down which flowed a stream in miniature to join the larger flood. This cleft led them to a green hollow masked by the main wall of the glen, a fairy place, hidden and lone. Seven times had the two been in company since that morning of the flower-sprinkled cape and the thorn-tree.
Casting themselves down on the green, elastic, flower-sprinkled turf, they rolled one after the other down the smooth slopes of the terrace, the old "shepherd's steps," and by and by Johnnie, coming upon a patch of creeping thyme, rubbed his hands in the pale purple flowers, then rubbed her face to make it fragrant. "Oh, 'tis sweet!" she cried. "Did 'ee ever see so many little flowers on the down?
They went homeward presently, Estelle quietly content to have shown Raymond the flower-sprinkled strand, and he well pleased to have pleasured her. Raymond Ironsyde grumbled sometimes at the Factory Act and protested against grandmotherly legislation. Yet in some directions he anticipated it. He went, for example, beyond the Flax Mill Ventilation Regulations.
The Estancia Canada Seca Low lands and floods Don Anastacio, a gaucho exquisite A greatly respected man Poor relations Don Anastacio a pig-fancier Narrow escape from a pig Charm of the low green lands The flower called macachina A sweet-tasting bulb Beauty of the green flower-sprinkled turf A haunt of the golden plover The Bolas My plover-hunting experience Rebuked by a gaucho A green spot, our playground in summer and lake in winter The venomous toad-like Ceratophrys Vocal performance of the toad-like creature We make war on them The great lake battle and its results.
It was the first of June, and the spell of warmth in which Robert Elsmere had arrived was still maintaining itself. An intelligent foreigner dropped into the flower-sprinkled valley might have believed that, after all, England, and even Northern England, had a summer.
Please!" Claire stared in surprise, but there seemed no reason to deny so simple a request. "And what am I to do when I get there?" "Just stand still for a moment, and then walk on... I'll come after!" Claire laughed, shrugged, and went slowly forward along the flagged path, up the flower-sprinkled stair, to pause beneath an arch of pink roses and look back with an inquiring smile.
A few brown cow-stables are dotted about the flower-sprinkled meadows; a brook runs diagonally across the path, and some freshly-laid planks show that inhabitants are not far off; but there is not a living creature in sight.
It was the first of June, and the spell of warmth in which Robert Elsmere had arrived was still maintaining itself. An intelligent foreigner dropped into the flower-sprinkled valley might have believed that, after all, England, and even Northern England, had a summer.
Now, however, she was far from done. The paint dry, she restored her two pieces of furniture to their rightful places. The dressing-table box she skirted with cheesecloth dipped in blued starch; and covered the top of it with a roll of crinkly, flower-sprinkled tissue paper. To the general effect, her cretonne-encased pillow gave the final touch.
Then they would circle west to the coast, where the roads by that time would be in condition, and come down its length to the Golden Gate. All the land was green and flower-sprinkled, and each tiny valley, as they entered the hills, was a garden. "Huh!" Billy remarked scornfully to the general landscape. "They say a rollin' stone gathers no moss.
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