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Updated: October 8, 2026
Just as he was about to strike, his eyes fell upon the black-currant-bush in the top. The currants were big and ripe. He put out his hand, picked one of them and ate it: "What a remarkable thing!" he said. "It's exactly like those in the manor-garden. Goodness knows how it got up there!" "Keeper! Keeper!" The squire's son came running down the avenue. He wanted to see the old willow-tree felled.
"I have the highest opinion of you," said the willow-tree. "But you are still so small. May I ask your name?" "I am a strawberry-plant," said the sprout. "And one of the best. My own idea is that I am the equal of those which grow in the manor-garden. Just wait till I get my fruit: then we shall see." "Goodness me!" said the willow-tree. "If I could only understand where you came from!"
After a while he recovered himself and said something about Christie's friendliness, and perhaps if he illustrated the story they should see reminiscences of the manor-garden and of Great-Ash Ford, and other favorite spots in the Forest.
At the gate of the Forest Farm the cows were gathered, with meek patience expecting their call to the milking-shed; but after she passed under the shade of the trees beyond Great-Ash Ford she met not a creature until she came in sight of the wicket opening into the wood from the manor-garden. And there was Harry Musgrave himself.
Musgrave, observing that dear Bessie was very fond of the manor-garden, and had probably strolled into the wilderness, my lady accepted the explanation and resumed her seat and her patience. Meanwhile, Harry did not waste his precious opportunity.