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if Alice will be here next summer ? I said, most 

 likely. 



" And the year after that ? " I replied, perhaps ; 

 but some year soon she would be going out again to 

 her people in India. 



He inquires no further, but with a reminder about 

 moss for the worms for bait, retires, assuredly to 

 dream of blue eyes and yellow hair, of a large red 

 and green float and shiny hooks. Perhaps he finds 

 the Indian Civil, that vague doom which has over- 

 shadowed his young horizon, the lever used to per- 

 suade to superfluously good reports for the half, 

 to-night grown something of a promise, a light upon 

 still greater dreams. Whatsoever the visions may 

 be, I think not a few of us would change with Bob 

 when he wakes to-morrow and the delightful world 

 takes shape for him again, like clear-coming images 

 of a glorious dissolving-view. 



loth. This morning I went over to Tisfield for 

 some small necessaries which are above the range of 

 Arnington custom, but may be found in the Tisfield 

 " Emporium." The day was cloudy, and the northerly 

 breeze rustled the yellow-green wheat-ears above the 

 dusty hedges perfect weather for walking. Of late 

 the temperature has made exercise a burden ; the 

 comfortable condition lies within a very small range 



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