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Lighting the Lamps
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OW that it was the cool of the day
(when God walked in Paradise), and
the straggling leaves of the limes were sway-
ing in the fresh stream of the breeze, and
the book was finished —this very book —
and at last after many busy ‘evenings I was
free to do as I pleased, W. V. and I slipped
away on a quiet stroll before bed-time.

It was really very late for a little girl —
nearly nine o’clock ; but when one is a little
girl a walk between sunset and dark is like
a ramble in fairyland; and after the heat of
the day the air was sweet and pleasant, and
in the west there still lingered a beautiful
afterglow.

We went a little way in the direction of
the high trees of Caen Wood, where, you
know, William the Conqueror had a hunting
lodge; and as we passed under the green
fringes of the rowans and the birches which