New Walks in Old Ways 



from me right away when I get back 

 to the mines in which all have to work. 

 If you want the card, here it is, in- 

 scribed very simply: "Nature — ad- 

 dress: any old place out-of-doors." 



At sun-down last night I heard the 

 plaint of plover, coming from some- 

 where across the open spaces. To- 

 night I will have one final session with 

 the fireplace, and tomorrow the last 

 thing I shall do before we leave will be 

 to wind up the old four-posted clock in 

 the corner, just for luck. Then we will 

 lock the doors, and head back to resume 

 a place in the old world's work that 

 may, or may not, be of more im- 

 portance than walks and talks with 

 birds and bees and butterflies and 

 thistle-down. Who knows? 



Farewell! Dear Dumbiedykes! A long fare- 

 well 

 To all thy joys ! 



Farewell to flowery glades and vine-clad walls! 

 Farewell to quiet shades and wildwood calls! 

 The sands have run. 



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