32 MOSTLY ABOUT TROUT 



glimpses I had of them, until the time when 

 the marsh-marigolds began to blaze at me in 

 the water-meadows. Now but I must begin 

 to-day, the turn of the year, from the beginning. 

 There was something indescribable in the 

 air that came into open bedroom windows 

 early this morning. Something that made me 

 want to be out of bed and out of doors. Very 

 different from the usual winter-morning feel- 

 ing of resentment at having to leave a warm 

 bed, and of envy of dormice and such-like 

 folk who are credited with spending their whole 

 winter in warm sleep. The feeling was for- 

 gotten with the beginning of the morning's 

 task in the study. Newspapers to be studied, 

 to keep abreast with public affairs for the 

 sake of an article thereon, for which an Editor 

 is clamouring. Letters to be read and 

 answered ; accounts, bills, and so on. Then 

 a settling down to the day's work, the article 

 itself. The writing-table in the little study 

 faces away from the morning sun, and I work 

 contentedly for a time, when enter Herself, 

 from the garden, by the French window 

 facing east. The sunshine enters, too, no 

 longer cold winter sunshine, but life-reviving 

 sunshine. " Why don't you leave that, and 

 spend the day up the valley ? " 



