![]() I think it was the first time in my life I had ever seen Daffy without a book in her hand.įather, who stood a bit apart from us, kept glancing every few minutes at his wristwatch and looking along the track, eyes squinting, watching for smoke in the distance.ĭirectly behind him stood Dogger. ![]() Ophelia, my oldest sister, was a still, pale, silent shadow, lost in her own thoughts.Īt the appointed time, which happened to be ten o’clock, we were all of us gathered more or less together on the little railway platform at Buckshaw Halt. “It’s like a colored plate from Wordsworth,” my sister Daphne said, almost to herself. Somewhere in the woods on the other side of the railway line, a nightingale was singing. Sunshine broke through the fat white dumplings of the clouds, sending shadows chasing one another playfully across the green fields and up into the gently rolling hills. ![]() ![]() To begin with, it was a perfect English morning: one of those dazzling days in early April when a new sun makes it seem suddenly like full-blown summer. ![]()
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