"Who would have thought it would turn out like this?’ enquires Mrs. Falconer blandly. ‘It reminds me of a picnic I went to when I was a child ’
The thunder has made my head ache, so I lie back in my corner and try not to hear; but it is impossible not to hear. Why are we not provided with earlids to work in the same way as eyelids, so that if we want to be quiet we may shut our ears and drift away upon our own thoughts?"
From Mrs Tim of the Regiment by DE Stevenson





















