HAMPSHIRE DAYS 



visage, and, coming in from the sunshine, a young 

 woman with rosy face, glossy brown hair and laughing 

 blue eyes, her hands full of brightest yellow wild musk 

 from the stream. And the visionary woman seemed 



to be alive and real, and the other unsubstantial, a 

 delusion of the mind, a ghost of a woman. 



But was the old woman right was the beautiful 

 yellow mimulus, the wild musk or water buttercup 

 as she called it, which our botanists refuse to admit 

 into their works intended for our instruction, or give 



