Outside Dorlill

        A IDE plain, s green banks to tide, ruso meet it, cs passage uous embrace. On ty tide ted fir-planks, ter of coal - are borne along to to Oggs, ed red roofs and ts inging ter    purple ra glance of tretcures and tcout of tender-bladed autumn-so still of t years golden clusters of bee- intervals beyond tudded rees: tant so be lifting ts and stretc by toributary Ripple flo into ttle river is s dark, cs! It seems to me like a living panion o its loo tone bridge... And te Mill. I must stand a minute or t, tening, and it is far on in ternoon. Even in time of departing February it is pleasant to look at - pero trimly-kept, fortable ds t ser it from t. tream is brim full ion, and    in front of t tream, te brigening tline of t trunks and branc gleam from uness, and envy te ducks t are dipping to ter he drier world above.

        ter and to en t curtain of sound, sting o from t    ting sadly dry in t te     touc till rong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts,     t a ! See retco t t seem to grasp t tient strengt ty muscles ling o    necks freed from trils into t a ser pad t turning berees.

        Nourn my eyes tog s diamos of er. t little girl is c too: sanding on just t at ter ever since I paused on t queer o be leaping and barking in iual remonstrance    is so rapt in its movement. It is time ttle playfello in, I t fire to tempt    s u is time too for me to leave off resting my arms on tone of this bridge... .

        A I anding on t of Dorlill as it looked one February afternoon many years ago. Before I dozed off, I o tell you ulliver alking about as t by t fire in t- very afternoon I have been dreaming of.
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