Pleasant to hear the corncrake by the hedge-side, or the moorhen in the water.

But pleasantest of all was the time when her husband, tired of fishing, would come and sit beside her, and the boy, throwing his lately-petted flowers to the wind, would run crowing to the spotted beauties which his father had laid out for him on the grass.
The Vicar was busy in his garden, and the Doctor was often helping him, although the most of his time was spent in natural history, to which he seemed entirely devoted.

One evening they had been employed rather later than usual, and the Doctor was just gone, when the Vicar turned round and saw that his sister was come out, with her basket and scissors, to gather a fresh bouquet for the drawing-room.
So he went to join her, and as he approached her he admired her with an affectionate admiration.

Such a neat, trim figure, with the snow-white handkerchief over her head, and her white garden gloves; what a contrast to Mary, he thought; "Both good of their sort, though," he added.
"Good evening, brother," began Miss Thornton.

"Was not that Dr.Mulhaus went from you just now ?" "Yes, my dear." "You had letters of introduction to Dr.Mulhaus, when he came to reside in this village ?" asked Miss Thornton.
"Yes; Lord C----, whom I knew at Oxford, recommended me to him." "His real name, I daresay, is not Mulhaus.