THER FARM. 19

CHAPTER VIL.
THE FARM.

AND now we are going into the country, for sum-
mer has come, and the air of the city is hot and
disagreeable, and Emma droops, and grows pale
and languid, no longer springing into her father’s
outstretched arms, but just smiling her acknow-
ledgment of his invitation, while her head rests
on her mother’s shoulder. Mary Mowbray is
charmed at the thought of spending the summer in
the country, for she thinks of long rambles in the
flowery woods, and all the pleasures of the country
at home. Some of these pleasures she will not
find, but she will have others instead, of which
she knows nothing. Such, to her, will be the
fields of new-mown hay, with its vanilla-like per-
fume, the spicy clover, and the honeyed buck-