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"Fortune is a baggage When she is ill to a man she knows no reason She sent John Thomas to Parliament, and kept Fred out at a loss, too She took the Court froives hiives Fred one, and that one she kidnaps out of his sight and knowledge Poor Fred!"

"Well, grand, and, I assure you, Fred would have been entry round did not like a woman in the place; they were at a loss what to do withI embarrassed them" "Of course you would They would have to talk decently and behave politely, and they would not be able to tell their choicest stories Your presence would be a bore; but could not Tyrrel take your place?"

"Granny, Tyrrel was really unhappy in that kind of life And he was a foreigner, so was I You knohat Yorkshire people think of foreigners They were very courteous, but they were glad to have the Yorkshire Rawdons in our place And Tyrrel did not like working with the earth; he loves ot used to delving for gold or silver, cutting grass and wheat does seem a slow kind of business"

"And he disliked the shut-up feeling the park gave him He said ere in the midst of solitude three miles thick It made him depressed and lonely"

"That is nonsense I am sure on the Western plains he had solitude sixty miles thick--often"

"Very likely, but then he had an horizon, even if it were sixty miles away And no matter how far he rode, there was always that line where earth seemed to rise to heaven But the park was surrounded by a brick wall fourteen feet high It had no horizon You felt as if you were in a large, green box--at least Tyrrel did The as covered with roses and ivy, but still it was a boundary you could not pass, and could not see over Don't you understand, Granny, how Tyrrel would feel this?"

"I can't say I do Why didn't he come with you?"

"He had to go to the Custos He will see you to- to dine with father, and if you will join us, ill call at six for you Do, Granny"