g2 A LONG -DAY (WITH = TITE Bie s 
wife whom I have beaten so much, so much, 
so much, but if He gives me another I will 
not beat her any more, any more, only a 
little, only a little, only a little.) Hear this 
pronounced with the pure musical accent of 
the French language, and I think you will 
say the imitation is very good. I was 
amused the other day by reading a letter 
from an American in one of the daily papers. 
He said he had come to England (July) to 
see and hear the nightingale! Poor man— 
he hadn’t read anything about the bird 
evidently. I would even recommend him 
Part I of this my modest little book, to say 
nothing of others on birds. 
The path led us now through ranks of fine 
bluebells of the purest purple-blue, and count- 
less primrose plants that must have been a 
fine sight a month before, but I doubt if 
they would have beaten the bluebells. Their 
leaves had now grown up strong and long as 
they do after flowering. The scent of the 
may just out, distilled by the bright sunshine, 
was powerful, coming from the higher ground 
