vicarage, the doctor's house,
three or four small private houses and a number of picturesque
cottages.

The church stood at one end of the village in the middle of a
beautiful churchyard and burying-ground, surrounded by fine trees--
flowering chestnuts and sweet-scented limes, while every here and
there blossomed beautiful red May-trees, lilacs, laburnums, syringas
and roses. From this, the one street--lined on either side by little
cottages, with here and there a small shop--led to the green, around
which stood in irregular fashion pretty houses and large cottages
with gardens before their doors. The doctor lived in one of these
houses, and the curate, Mr. Harburton, in another, and Miss Barley
and Miss Grace Barley in a third, and all the houses looked out on
the green and the road and across at each other, but all those who
dwelt in them were so neighbourly and friendly, this did not matter
at all.

Jessie thought the houses by the green were perfectly lovely, they
had creepers and roses growing over them, and window-boxes full of
flowers. She thought the green was lovely too, and almost wished
that she lived by it that she might be able to see the donkeys and
the ducks which were usually standing about cropping the grass, or
poking about in the little stream which ran along one side of the
green. She thought the ivy-covered church, with the trees and the
hawthorns all about it, one of the most beautiful sights in the
world, and nothing she loved better than to walk with granp along the
sweet-scented roads along by the green and through the village street
to church.

Mrs. Dawson did not go in the morning, as a rule. "Grandfather must
have a nice hot dinner once a week," she declared, so she stayed at
home to cook it; but they all went together to the evening service,
and Jessie dearly loved the walk to church in the quiet summer's
evening, with granp and granny on either side of her, and home again
through the gathering twilight, sweet with the scent from the gardens
and hedges.

Sometimes, when they got home, granny would give them their supper in
the garden, if the weather was very warm, and Jessie loved this.
While granny was helping her on with her big print overall,
grandfather would carry out two big arm-chairs, and a little one for
Jessie, and there they would sit, with their plates on their laps and
their mugs beside them, and eat and talk until darkness or the
falling dew drove them in.

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