The Traveller's Joy (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: ...sweet, brother.... There's day and night, brother, both sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath.'" She read it aloud in a simple, delightful manner, giving the phrases a quaint musical turn. Then other fragments, too, she read for him as she lighted upon them. Presently they fell to talking of their favourite books, and again Anthony found himself telling of his own ambition--which had become a very real thing since he had known Madge--and of the work he hoped to accomplish; but he was careful to avoid all reference to Uncle Ralph as publisher. By and by they climbed to the hill-top again, for the Sun was gathering gold as he journeyed westward; the turf was covered with dainty blossoms, ruddy gold, touched with vermilion. " What flower is this? " asked Anthony, plucking one of them. " That is the bird's-foot trefoil, or ' shoes-and-stockings, ' as the children call them." Anthony thought the latter name was the prettier. What silent coming of fairy footsteps in the dew it suggested What pattering, elvish dances, when the fairy footgear was doffed and the tiny naked feet twinkled in the moonlit spaces between the blades of grass " One could live up here always and grow great," said Anthony, thinking of the world at his feet. " I should not like to be always up here," replied Madge. " Why not? " asked he. Madge pointed downwards to the green country below them. " I should want to go down and love it," she said, which is perhaps a woman's way of growing great. Slipping and scrambling, they made, their way down the hill, almost straight to the cottage, and finished with a glorious run led by Madge, who explained that it was really much easier to run than to walk. Such a pleasant cottage within, Anthony found it, with long windows looking...