will make all well again when we send them off with great golden armfuls!"
"But those things will have to come down," I added, pointing to numerous obtrusive notices (relics of the last tenant) displayed conspicuously along the boundaries, and bearing, each and all, this legend:
- "Private Grounds. No Trespassing."
"Why should we refuse the poor city folk a ramble over our field, because, forsooth, they have not the advantage of our acquaintance
"How I abhor such things," said Bess; "the arrogant symbols of power."
"They disgrace human nature," said I.
"They shame the generous landscape," she said, "and they are abominable."
"Piggish!" quoth 1, hotly. "Down with them!"
We looked forward to the coming of the poppies, did Bess and 1, looked forward as only creatures of the city may look who have been long denied. I have forgotten to mention the existence of a house above the poppy field, a squat and wandering bungalow in which we had elected to forsake town traditions and live in fresher and more vigorous ways.
