You'll sleep and wake in the midst of flowers and birds singing and bees humming.

And I can give you rich milk and home-baked bread, God bless you! You _are_ welcome.

Come in, my pretty dear--Miss." The girl came down from London to the cottage on the wood's edge several times during the weeks that followed.

It was easy to reach and too beautiful and lone and strange to stay away from.

The War ceased where the wood began.