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... yd. Per doz. 29/6 Some other designs in Table Linen P. 48.-- Ferns Ivy, Ivy-leaf filling, Border on Table P.49. Bramble Blackberry border, with Centre piece P. 50. Shamrock Border and Centre, Border on Table P.51. Lily Rose Groups, with Centre, Border ...
... J yd. Per doz. 35/- Some other designs in Table Linens P.48. Ferns Ivy, Ivy-leaf filling, Border on Table P.49. Bramble Blackberry border, with Centre piece P. 50.- Shamrock Border and Centre, Border on Table P.51. Lily Rose Groups, with Centre, Border ...
... land with their straggling beauty, shrouded the grassy borders of the pastures with catkined hazels, ancl tossed their long blackberry branches on the corn fields. Perhaps they were white with May, or starred with pale pink dog-roses perhaps the urchins were ...
... colour makes our little green island glow with a new richness, vegetation is lush and luxuriant, the splendid tangle of blackberry shoots, in all their glorious tints of yellow, brown, red, and purple, line the wayside hedges with a carpet of colour every ...
... told to. And now the leader cries, Look out for the brambles, whereupon, having gingerly held aside a particularly whippy blackberry branch, he lets it swing back with all the impetus of which it is capable into the face of the man behind him, who does ...
... clear in every detail much of it looked like a tennis-court, but I knew that what seemeji smooth sward was really matted blackberries and hidden boulders, and that the darker patches were breast-high bracken and heather. Corrie Easain I could not see, for ...
... rather despised me for eating milk pudding but the fact is 1 like it, though not without stewed fruit or jam for preference, blackberry jam. Judith took up the kitten which had left Isabel, and kissed the top of its head, too. What time is Mr. Wingate coming ...
... trees ended, and the track ran out into a more open shelving country, full of dwarf bushes, holly and juniper and briar and blackberry. What was this place Faversham, streaming along in the silver light, worked and strained his memory. Everything was unfamiliar ...
... that had said their last word to their Maker. A woman's fan was fluttering like a limed bird upon an incongruous wreath of blackberry bushes by the rails. Undine followed the field, the sun upon her saddle. Maid of Kent, untouched by whip or spur, came up ...