BERRY-TIME FELICITIES 173 



she were afflicted with the shaking palsy. 

 " Don't look at me ! Pray don't look at me ! " 

 she is forever saying as she dodges behind a 

 leaf. Shyness is a grace — in the feminine ; 

 but Alope is too shy. If her complexion 

 were fairer, possibly she would be less re- 

 tiring. 



From the first the warmth of the sun was 

 sufficient to render shady halts a luxury, and 

 on the crossroad — " Gray Birch Road," to 

 quote my own name for it — where a walker 

 was somewhat shut away from the wind, I 

 began to spell " warm " with fewer letters. 

 Here, too, the dust was excessively deep, so 

 that passing carriages — few, but too many 

 — put a foot-passenger under a cloud. Still 

 I was glad to be there, turning the old cor- 

 ners, seeing the old beauty, thinking the old 

 thoughts. How green Tucker Brook mea- 

 dow looked, and how grandly Lafayette 

 loomed into the sky just beyond ! 



Most pecuhar is the feeling I have for 

 that sharp crest ; I know not how to express 

 it ; a feeling of something like spiritual pos- 

 session. If I do not love it, at least I love 

 the sight of it. Nay, I will say what I 



