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glow on the links, especially flying over it as 

 they do. 



There is also abundance of the delicate little 

 white bedstraw, not quite so self-assertive, but 

 even pleasanter to look upon. 



Harebells are, of course, abroad in their favourite 

 haunt short-stemmed like the rest. Perhaps also 

 a little paler in shade. At the seaside there is a 

 tendency to part with colour as well as scent, partly 

 from the bleaching influence of the air, and partly 

 because less will serve to attain the end in 

 view. 



Many other plants are there whose names it 

 would be tedious to mention. All that seems 

 necessary is to point out the general conditions of 

 that scene, midway between the seaside moor and 

 the open coast, and to indicate those forms which, 

 while they refuse to grow among the restless sand, 

 ask no more than that the sand shall be moored by 

 the grass roots, and so brought to rest. 



Not the harebells themselves, not the scent of 

 wild thyme, not the many-shadowed links, not the 

 salt breeze, nor the sea, nor the whispering gush 

 of water, is so delightful in these July days as the 

 blue seaside butterflies. They are the veritable 

 Ariels of the scene, appearing for a moment, then 



