Category: Novels
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII, No. 367, January 8, 1887
How delicious it is when one is young to wake up in a fresh place on a summer’s morning. It was my belief that the birds woke me, there was such a twittering under the eaves where the house-martins had built their nests, such a warbling of thrushes breakfasting on the dewy law...