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'This ain't always 'ere, is it, Guv'nor?' one had asked. And another, whom Paul watched fingering a common fern for a long time, looked up presently and inquired if it was real—'because it isn't 'arf as pretty as what we use!' He was the son of a scene-shifter at an East End theatre.

And a detail that made peculiarly keen appeal to his heart, a detail not witnessed by Joan or the children, was the morning ablutions in the stream when the occupants of each tent in turn, went into the water soon after sunrise, their pinched bodies streaked by the shadow and sunlight of the dawn their laughter and splashing filling the wood with unwonted sounds. Soap, towels, and water in plenty Water perfumed from the hills! Faces flushed am almost rosy after the sleep in the open, and the inexhaustible draughts of air to fan them dry again

And then the eager circle for breakfast, hatless eyes all fixed upon the great stew-pot where he mixed the jorum of porridge! And the noise—for noise, it must be confessed, there was—as the; smothered it in their tin plates with quarts of mill hot from the cow, and busily swallowed it.