... quaint old house, the quiet orchard. Blissful scents float on the air. There is corn rustling ae the sunny slopes, there are blackberries ripening the lime. The whole air is hazily sleepy with its frei t „ht of sunshine and sweetness. After that rare, that ...

... Well,' said Mr Milburn, who had patiently waited with the amused sparkle in hie eye., fell thoughtfully twisted a green blackberry shoot round and round her dimpled finger, 9s it yes or no ?' It's yes,' said Bell. She was sitting by the window that evening ...