... appearance of a morning or evening paper is nothing to wonder at nowadays. Morning and evening papers are as plentiful as blackberries on a fruitful tree in autumn. Their commonness and familiarity takes away all impressions of surprise and astonishment ...

... equalled by his own. It's not in such places you look for women like Harriet Gregory! Its girls like 1116 grow there—thick blackberries! And they may stay there, for ought I care. Wyndham had forgotten himself. His disappointment cruel one and had reached ...

... fading crowsfoot edged the path; the hedges then Miite with May blossoms, were now adorned with the straggling flowers of the blackberry, telling the tale that s, iininer was passing away. Even the creamy meadow-sweet '°oked seedy, and weedy, and past its prime ...