In the High Valley / Being the fifth and last volume of the Katy Did series

BEING The Fifth and Last Volume OF
AUTHOR OF THE NEW YEAR'S BARGAIN, WHAT KATY DID, WHAT KATY DID AT SCHOOL, WHAT KATY DID NEXT, MISCHIEF'S THANKSGIVING, CROSS PATCH, A GUERNSEY LILY, NINE LITTLE GOSLINGS, A LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL, A ROUND DOZEN, CLOVER, EYEBRIGHT, JUST SIXTEEN, ETC. BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1896.

Copyright , 1891 , By Roberts Brothers. University Press: John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.


T was a morning of late May, and the sunshine, though rather watery, after the fashion of South-of-England suns, was real sunshine still, and glinted and glittered bravely on the dew-soaked fields about Copplestone Grange.
This was an ancient house of red brick, dating back to the last half of the sixteenth century, and still bearing testimony in its sturdy bulk to the honest and durable work put upon it by its builders. Not a joist had bent, not a girder started in the long course of its two hundred and odd years of life. The brick-work of its twisted chimney-stacks was intact, and the stone carving over its doorways and window frames; only the immense growth of the ivy on its side walls attested to its age. It takes longer to build ivy five feet thick than many castles, and though new masonry by trick and artifice may be made to look like old, there is no secret known to man by which a plant or tree can be induced to simulate an antiquity which does not rightfully belong to it. Innumerable sparrows and tomtits had built in the thick mats of the old ivy, and their cries and twitters blended in shrill and happy chorus as they flew in and out of their nests.
The Grange had been a place of importance, in Queen Elizabeth's time, as the home of an old Devon family which was finally run out and extinguished. It was now little more than a superior sort of farm-house. The broad acres of meadow and pleasaunce and woodland which had given it consequence in former days had been gradually parted with, as misfortunes and losses came to its original owners. The woods had been felled, the pleasure grounds now made part of other people's farms, and the once wide domain had contracted, until the ancient house stood with only a few acres about it, and wore something the air of an old-time belle who has been forcibly divested of her ample farthingale and hooped-petticoat, and made to wear the scant kirtle of a village maid.