Death and Silence reign in the woods. Save for the chortling of the night-jar, the chirp of the burying-beetle, the snores of the gamekeeper, etc., etc. (see above) one might imagine oneself in the solemn stillness of Piccadilly Circus at midnight.
Death and Silence.
[Editor. "Yes, but the identity of the protagonists in this Sophoclean tragedy is still a little in doubt."
The Expert. "Any nature sketch ends satisfactorily with a meal.">[
All this time the crescent moon has been swelling silently under the watchful stars. It is now at the full. So is Red Head. He has dined five times. He sleeps.
(Lady Bountiful is entertaining some slum children at her lovely place in the country.)
Sister (to small brother who has just picked a daisy). "Nar ven, 'Erb! the lidy won't arst yer agine if yer gow a-pickin' 'er flowers like thet!"