CHAPTER VIII.
Hills questioning the heavens for light -- Ravines too deep to scan! As if the wild earth mimicked there The wilder heart of man; Only it shall be greener far And gladder, than hearts ever are.
E.B.BROWNING.
It was the first of June; a fair lovely summer morning, June- like.
"I suppose Mr.Haye will come with them," said Mr.Landholm, as he pushed back his chair from the breakfast-table; -- "have you anywhere you can put him ?" "There's the little bedroom, he can have," said Mrs.Landholm.
"Asahel can go in the boys' room." "Very good.

Winthrop, you had better take the boat down in good time this afternoon so as to be sure and be there -- I can't be spared a moment from the bend meadow.

The grass there is just ready to be laid.

It's a very heavy swath.

I guess there's all of three tons to the acre." "Take the boat down where ?" said Asahel.
"To Cowslip's mill," said his brother.