A Long Way Round 



enough to start a small store. However, she may 

 see the other side of the privet hedge, since people 

 of her period seem so rarely to have seen the other 

 side of things. 



There now, Jane : Where are you ? 



She rubs her eyes, and is amazed to find her- 

 self at the orchard end of the sweet-pea path : the 

 point from which she set out. 



She likes things large, and the zig-zag treat- 

 ment is beginning to have its effect. She remem- 

 bers miles of strawberry beds, acres of cabbages, 

 a carriage drive a quarter of a mile long, and like 

 the American, caught tripping on the verge of a 

 wild exaggeration, a conservatory one mile high — 

 and six feet wide. 



She shall approach the rest — and best — of the 

 garden through the woods. Therefore, up the path 

 on the other side of the Japanese rose hedge, past 

 Hookie's apple tree, along the little path through 

 the border and into the woods. 



The smell of the pines ! 



In spite of herself, Jane is impressed. The 

 pines go marching up the hill that was once a 

 Roman camp, and later the monks' rabbit warren, 

 and for a little way we follow them, up to the lane 

 where we saw the good people from Grimm and 

 Perrault and Madame d'Aulnoy. 



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