Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances
Mrs. Overtheway's Remembrances
IdaMrs. MossThe Snoring GhostReka DomKerguelen's Land
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, pointing up the wood, he went on with the song that he could not understand:
"Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see!"
Ida went on and on, looking about her as she ran. Presently the wood sloped downwards, and pretty steeply, so that it was somewhat of a scramble; yet still she kept a sharp look-out, but no primroses did she see, except a few here and there upon the ground, which had been plucked too close to their poor heads to be held in anybody's hands. These showed the way, however, and Ida picked them up in sheer pity and carried them with her.
"This is how Hop-o'-my-Thumb found his way home," she thought.
At the bottom of the hill ran a little brook, and on the opposite side of the brook was a bank, and on the top of the bank was a hedge, and under the hedge were the primroses. But the brook was between!
Ida looked and hesitated. It was too wide to jump across, and here, as elsewhere, there
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