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within, but on the verge of, a meadow 011 our 

 right. Just beyond this second specimen of 

 Ulmus campestris we reach one of those familiar 

 little patches of triangular turf which are so 

 often found where roadways fork, for the reason 

 that such spaces are large enough to enable them 

 to keep free from the feet of wayfarers, and the 

 wear of wheels. At this spot the road bends, 

 and, taking the left turning, we pass between 

 two ivy-clad cottages fronted by little gardens 

 gay with the bright colours of cottage flowers 

 that on our right surrounded by mixed flower 

 and fruit ground, shown as we stop for a 

 moment and peep over the high, quickset, dividing 

 hedge against a background of tall Elms and 

 Oaks that border its opposite hedge and are in 

 their turn contrasted by the red-walled village 

 houses seen between them and by the great 

 banks of white cloud which float airily in the 

 sky above. 



But passing beyond the extreme limits of 

 these garden enclosures we come in sight of a 

 typical English e lane ' which suddenly reveals 

 as we turn our eyes from the homely entourage 



