A JOURNEY TO NATURE 



riotous manner, and to my disordered imagination 

 presenting Aurora in propria persona coming down 

 the hill with a long shadow in front of her and her 

 chip hat burning like a crown of gold. Of course 

 it was Griselle coming to get our breakfast, with a 

 pail of fresh milk in her hand and Gabe Hotch- 

 kiss trudging on behind. Really this was not so 

 bad, but the disturbance that the birds made as 

 she came trippingly down the slope, struck me as 

 being a little overdone and rather like the claque 

 at a professional matinee. 



Griselle utterly lacks the sense of proportion. 

 I noticed at the breakfast table that Charlie had a 

 new doily under his plate with a capital C worked 

 in its centre. What does a child of his age care 

 for such attentions ? Griselle s talents lack adapta 

 bility. However, I told her, with much pride, of 

 our hydraulics, and explained to her how hard we 

 had worked to make a pool of water in which we 

 could bathe. 



She listened respectfully and only said that there 

 was already a beautiful little pond only a few steps 

 below that. 



I felt crushed, but Charlie rose with the instinc 

 tive genius of his ago to th situation. 



&quot; But we didn t make it,&quot; he said. 



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