ss, along which they wandered with a sense of travel, to see the rushing spring-tide, the awful Eagle, come up like a hungry monster, or to see the Great Ash which had once wailed and groaned like a man, these things would always be just the same to them. Tom thought people were at a disadvantage who lived on any other spot of the globe; and Maggie, when she read about Christiana passing “the river over which there is no bridge,Real Madrid Drakt Barn,” always saw the Floss between the green pastures by the Great Ash.
Life did change for Tom and Maggie; and yet they were not wrong in believing that the thoughts and loves of these first years would always make part of their lives. We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass; the same hips and haws on the autumn’s hedgerows; the same redbreasts that we used to call “God’s birds,Belstaff Maple Bunda,” because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?
The wood I walk in on this mild May day, with the young yellow-brown foliage of the oaks between me and the blue sky, the white star-flowers and the blue-eyed speedwell and the ground ivy at my feet, what grove of tropic palms, what strange ferns or splendid broad-petalled blossoms, could ever thrill such deep and delicate fibres within me as this home scene? These familiar flowers, these well-remembered bird-notes,Bailey Button Leopard 5803, this sky,Al Ahli UAE Drakt, with its fitful brightness, these furrowed and grassy fields, each with a sort of personality given to it by the capricious hedgerows — such things as these are the mother-tongue of our imagination, the language that is laden with all the subtle, inextricable associations the fleeting hours of our childhood left behind them. Our delight in the sunshine on the deep-bladed grass to-day might be no more than the faint perception of wearied souls,Bailey Bow Czyścibut 3280, if it were not for the sunshine and the grass in the far-off years which still live in us,DeMarcus Cousins Drakter, and transform our perception into love.
Chapter VI: The Aunts and Uncles Are Coming
It was Easter week,Dales Liddesdale Quilted Bunda, and Mrs. Tulliver’s cheesecakes were more exquisitely light than usual. “A puff o’ wind ‘ud make ’em blow about like feathers,Ravens Drakt,” Kezia the housemaid said,Dlouho, feeling proud to live under a mistress who could make such pastry; so that no season or circumstances could have been more propitious for a family party, even if it had not been advisable to consult sister Glegg and sister Pullet about Tom’s going to school.
“I’d as lief not invite sister Deane this time,Lightweight International Quilted Bunda,” said Mrs. Tulliver, “for she’s as jealous and having as can be,Dortmund Drakt, and’s allays trying to make the worst o’ my poor children to their aunts and uncles.”
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