The Cottage on the Cliff. QI

 

on grandmamma’s silk*dress and
black lace shawl, never having the
least idea of the dear, kind purpose
of that long sixteen miles’ drive,
so you won't be surprised to hear
that the news gave me such a start
that I very nearly jumped out of
the carriage. And Alick—well,
I don’t know whether he was really
half a boy or three quarters, but
his shout certainly made you fancy
him quite a whole boy at that
minute ! )

Oh, the bright, bright pictures
that came tumbling one over an-
other in one’s mind, at the idea of
the cottage on the cliff, crabs and