TWO MORE DAYS ON A FARM. 

 LETTER No. XIV. [1887. 



AN AFTERNOON WITH THE RABBITS. 



HAVE been staying for a day 

 or two at a farmhouse, not so far 

 away from the metropolis as to 

 prevent our seeing the lightning and hearing 

 the distant roll of the thunderstorm which 

 burst over London last week, while we our- 

 selves were high and dry, our meadows and 

 our turnips hungering and thirsting for the 

 rain which seemed to be falling all round, 

 but which never came near us. 



Our farm stands high, and looks down 

 over the Thames valley ; the towers of 

 Windsor form a fine picture in the back- 

 ground. Not a drop of rain has visited this 

 farm for many weeks, so there are no crops 

 to speak of, and the harvest, such as it was, 

 was soon gathered in. Nevertheless, in a 

 picturesque sense, it is a charming place. 



