38/58 The light is quite perfect, and you can bring your drinks." They rose up and sauntered down the walk together. Two green-and-white butterflies fluttered past them, and in the pear-tree at the corner of the garden a thrush began to sing. I wonder shall I always be glad ?" "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. |