But after all, in this as in everything else, one must suffer to be distinguished.
The carrier, however, lingered.

And at last the drowsiness of the afternoon overcame even those pleasing expectations we have described, and Mrs.Thornburgh's newspaper dropped unheeded to her feet.

The vicarage, under the shade of which she was sitting, was a new gray-stone building with wooden gables, occupying the site of what had once been the earlier vicarage house of Long Whindale, the primitive dwelling house of an incumbent, whose chapelry, after sundry augmentations, amounted to just twenty-seven pounds a year.

The modern house, though it only contained sufficient accommodation for Mr.and Mrs.Thornburgh, one guest and two maids, would have seemed palatial to those rustic clerics of the past from whose ministrations the lonely valley had drawn its spiritual sustenance in times gone by.

They, indeed, had belonged to another race--a race sprung from the soil and content to spend the whole of life in very close contact and very homely intercourse with their mother earth.