round, and not seldom she was spoken of as "Miss Nell, of Shorne Mills;" and the simple folk were as proud of the title as was Nell herself. They were both fond and proud of her. In any cottage and at any time her presence was a welcome one, and every woman and child, when in trouble, flew to her for help and comfort even before they climbed to the vicarage--that refuge of the poor and sorrowing in all country places.
As she swung to the little gate behind her this morning, she paused and looked round at the familiar scene; and its beauty, its grandeur, and its solitude struck her strangely, as if she were looking at it for the first time.
"One could be so happy if mamma--and if Dick could find something to do!" she thought; and at the thought her eyes grew sadder and the sweet lips drooped still more at the corner; but as she went up the hill, the fine rare air, the brilliant sunshine acted like an anodyne, and the eyes grew brighter, the lips relaxed, so that Smart's--the butcher's--face broad
This is my favorite of Charles Garviceís books. Iíve fallen in love with Nell and I crave to live in a place like Shome Mills. Itís a pleasure to visit a earlier time when truthfulness was important and women still blushed , but Iím glad that we donít have the social protocols anymore that caused Nell and her man Devon so many hardships.