”I want to know all about everything,” he said.”I’ll tell you anything you ask,” she answered. ”But you must promise to like it,” she added, smiling.”Why? Why shouldn’t I like it?” he asked quickly, his face changing. ”You’re not–you’re not going to be married?””Oh–don’t be silly. There. I’m ready. Shall we go down?””I suppose you […]

What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden. And how easy it would have been to come into the world without this, and possessed instead of an all-consuming passion, say, for hats, […]

I have been much afflicted again lately by visitors – not stray callers to be got rid of after a due administration of tea and things you are sorry afterwards that you said, but people staying in the house and not to be got rid of at all.  All June was lost to me in […]

All down the stone steps on either side were periwinkles in full flower, and she could now see what it was that had caught at her the night before and brushed, wet and scented, across her face. It was wistaria. Wistaria and sunshine . . . she remembered the advertisement. Here indeed were both in profusion. The […]