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They seem to have stepped from the pictured pages of one of those old story books that we learnt to love, sitting beside the high brass guard that kept ourselves and the nursery fire from doing each other any serious injury, in the days when the world was much bigger than it is now, and much more real and interesting. THEY SEEM TO HAVE STEPPED FROM THE PICTURED PAGES OF ONE OF THOSE OLD STORY BOOKS THAT WE LEARNT TO LOVE SITTING BESIDE THE HIGH BRASS GUARD THAT KEPT OURSELVES ON THE NURSERY FIRE FROM DOING EACH OTHER ANY SERIOUS INJURY IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS MUCH BIGGER THAN IT IS NOW AND MUCH MORE REAL AND INTERESTING
eat overhanging gables of the wooden chalet. She, too, favours the national green; but, as relief, there is no lack of bonny red ribbons, to flutter in the wind, and, underneath the ornamented skirt, peeps out a bright-hued petticoat. Around her ample breast she wears a dark tight-fitting bodice, laced down the front. (I think this garment is called a stomacher, but I am not sure, as I have never liked to ask.) Her square shoulders are covered with the whitest of white linen. Her sleeves are also white; and being very full, and of some soft lawnlike material, suggest the idea of folded wings. Upon her flaxen hair is perched a saucy round green hat. The buckles of her dainty shoes, the big eyes in her pretty face, are all four very bright. One feels one would like much to change places for the day with Hans. Arm-in-arm, looking like some china, but exceedingly substantial china, shepherd and shepherdess, they descend upon the town. One rubs one's eyes and stares after them as they pass. SHE MAKES STANDING BENEATH THE GREAT OVERHANGING GABLES OF THE WOODEN CHALET SHE TOO FAVOURS THE NATIONAL GREEN BUT AS RELIEF THERE IS NO LACK OF BONNY RED RIBBONS TO FLUTTER IN THE WIND AND UNDERNEATH THE ORNAMENTED SKIRT PEEPS OUT A BRIGHT HUED PETTICOAT AROUND HER AMPLE BREAST SHE WEARS A DARK TIGHT FITTING BODICE LACED DOWN THE FRONT I THINK THIS GARMENT IS CALLED A STOMACHER BUT I AM NOT SURE AS I HAVE NEVER LIKED TO ASK HER SQUARE SHOULDERS ARE COVERED WITH THE WHITEST OF WHITE LINEN HER SLEEVES ARE ALSO WHITE AND BEING VERY FULL AND OF SOME SOFT LAWNLIKE MATERIAL SUGGEST THE IDEA OF FOLDED WINGS UPON HER FLAXEN HAIR IS PERCHED A SAUCY ROUND GREEN HAT THE BUCKLES OF HER DAINTY SHOES THE BIG EYES IN HER PRETTY FACE ARE ALL FOUR VERY BRIGHT ONE FEELS ONE WOULD LIKE MUCH TO CHANGE PLACES FOR THE DAY WITH HANDS ARM IN ARM LOOKING LIKE SOME CHINA BUT EXCEEDINGLY SUBSTANTIAL CHINA SHEPHERD AND SHEPHERDESS THEY DESCEND UPON THE TOWN ONE RUBS ONE'S EYES AND STARES AFTER THEM AS THEY PASS
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