"It may be a greater thing for baby."
Fourteen months had pasd, but Margaret still stopped at Howards End. No better plan had occurred to her.
The meadow was being recut, the great red poppies were reopening in the garden. July would follow with the little red poppies among the wheat, August with the cutting of the wheat.
The little events would bee part of her year after year. Every summer she would fear lest the well should give out, every winter lest the pipes should freeze; every westerly gale might blow the wych-elm down and bring the end of all things, and so she could not read or talk during a westerly gale.
The air was tranquil now. She and her sister were sitting on the remains of Evie''s mockery, where the lawn merged into the field.
"What a time they all are!" said Helen. "What bsp;they be doing inside?" Margaret, who was growing less talkative, made no answer.
The noi of the cutter came itently, like the breaking of waves. bsp;by them a man was preparing to scythe out one of the dell-holes.
"It may be a greater thing for baby."
Fourteen months had pasd, but Margaret still stopped at Howards End. No better plan had occurred to her.
The meadow was being recut, the great red poppies were reopening in the garden. July would follow with the little red poppies among the wheat, August with the cutting of the wheat.
The little events would bee part of her year after year. Every summer she would fear lest the well should give out, every winter lest the pipes should freeze; every westerly gale might blow the wych-elm down and bring the end of all things, and so she could not read or talk during a westerly gale.
The air was tranquil now. She and her sister were sitting on the remains of Evie''s mockery, where the lawn merged into the field.
"What a time they all are!" said Helen. "What bsp;they be doing inside?" Margaret, who was growing less talkative, made no answer.
The noi of the cutter came itently, like the breaking of waves. bsp;by them a man was preparing to scythe out one of the dell-holes.
"I wish Henry was out to enjoy this," said Helen. "This lovely weather and to be shut up in the hou! It''s very hard."
"It has to be," said Margaret. "The hay-fever is his chief obje against living here, but he thinks it worth while."
"Meg, is or isn''t he ill? I ''t make out."
"Not ill. Eternally tired. He has worked very hard all his life, and notibsp;nothing.