MY life up to to-day has been singularly uneventful. Though I have not found it dull, when I wish to recount its details, I become aware that I have nothing to tell. I have had no friend but Miss Ruxton, no companion but Miss Ruxton; she has mothered and fathered and sistered and brothered me. I have had no home but the White Cottage where she lives, no change from the placid, daily life within its walls, no experiences wider than could be gained beneath its roof. Each morning I have looked from my window over the thatched cottages in the valley across to the high-piled hills, until I know every field and hedgerow, every tree and turn of the familiar landscape. I know every ?ower and shrub in the garden; I know the men and women living in the neighboring hamlet a stone's-throw from our door; I know their bright-eyed children who roam the lanes and woods; I know our bachelor Vicar, who, old in fashion as in years, croaks through our single Sunday service in the damp barn which serves us for a church I know the smart mistress of the smart Board School, a lady who sets the mode in Fair mile and who nods condescendingly to Miss Ruxton and to me, looking with disdainful eye upon our  I feel they are antediluvian clothes. I know all these, they are my world.
MY life up to to-day has been singularly uneventful. Though I have not found it dull, when I wish to recount its details, I become aware that I have nothing to tell. I have had no friend but Miss Ruxton, no companion but Miss Ruxton; she has mothered and fathered and sistered and brothered me. I have had no home but the White Cottage where she lives, no change from the placid, daily life within its walls, no experiences wider than could be gained beneath its roof. Each morning I have looked from my window over the thatched cottages in the valley across to the high-piled hills, until I know every field and hedgerow, every tree and turn of the familiar landscape. I know every ?ower and shrub in the garden; I know the men and women living in the neighboring hamlet a stone's-throw from our door; I know their bright-eyed children who roam the lanes and woods; I know our bachelor Vicar, who, old in fashion as in years, croaks through our single Sunday service in the damp barn which serves us for a church I know the smart mistress of the smart Board School, a lady who sets the mode in Fair mile and who nods condescendingly to Miss Ruxton and to me, looking with disdainful eye upon our  I feel they are antediluvian clothes. I know all these, they are my world.