It is pleasant even here, if one had time, with the brook drumming in that black pool, and the green things hanging all about the rocks, and, dear heart, to see the very pebbles! all turned to gold and precious stones! But you have come to that time of life, sir, when, if you will excuse me, you must look to have the rheumatism set in.

Thirty to forty is, as one may say, their seed-time.

And this is a damp cold corner for the early morning and an empty stomach.

If I might humbly advise you, sir, I would be moving.' 'With all my heart,' said Otto gravely.

'And so you have lived your life here ?' he added, as they turned to go.
'Here I was born,' replied the farmer, 'and here I wish I could say I was to die.