What does it matter where he
lives?
If he were ten years younger, or I ten years older, I might have adopted
him. It would not be the first time that a middle-aged woman has
replaced her lap-dog in that way. Then I should have found him a
suitable wife! I should have surrounded myself by a swarm of pretty
girls and chosen the pick of the bunch for him. What a fascinating
prospect!
* * * * *
I have never made a fool of myself, and I am not likely to begin now.
* * * * *
I begin to meet people in the forest--_my_ forest. They gather flowers
and break branches, and I feel as though they were robbing me. If only I
could forbid people to walk in the forest and to boat on The Sound!
It is quite bad enough to have the gardener prowling about in my garden.
He is all over the place. The garden seems to have shrunk since he came.
And yet, in spite of myself, I often stand watching the man when he is
digging.
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