Now don't say you can't—but begin directly to-morrow morning.
Brantwood
, 1880.
What am I about all this while?
Well—I wake every morning at four—can't help it—to see the morning light—Perhaps I go to sleep again—but never for long—then I do really very good work in the mornings—but by the afternoon I'm quite beaten and can do nothing but lie about in the wood.
However—the Prosody and Serpent lectures are just finishing off and then I shall come to see you in the morning! while I am awake.
I went out before breakfast this morning, half asleep—and saw what I thought was a red breasted woodpecker as big as a pigeon! Presently it came down on the lawn and I made up my mind it was only a robin about the size of a small partridge!
Can it have been a cross-bill?