i8o LETTERS TO MARCO xxvn 



one of them would make a good subject for 

 your pencil. 



On one occasion when Rosie had taken 

 some of my children in the cart to a small 

 picnic, she was placed in a sort of stable at 

 an inn on account of the rain. Here she 

 found a large corn-bin, the lid of which she 

 is supposed to have lifted ; at any rate, she 

 was found right inside the bin when they 

 came for her ; how she managed it I do not 

 know. 



I am sorry to say since my last letter 

 Rosie has been a victim to the influenza, both 

 she and the pony having suffered from it; 

 both are coming round very satisfactorily, 

 and I have no anxiety about them. 



I paid a visit, one day in September last, 

 to a very old farm-house at South Moreton, 

 not far from here, which would have greatly 

 delighted you. The house was of all periods 

 as to its construction, having parts quite as 

 old as the Tudors. One wing, the oldest, 

 had been disused for living in for many years, 



