Capitolo 15
you eat, in the moment in which me to sleep without books on the bed cannot go.
After breakfast I write letters. Before me Amelie I know him/it it appears to the
door of library to announce that east of "Mrs. servie"--and the morning is
gone. As I am alone, as a rule I take my lunch in the breakfast-room.
It is on the side of north of the house, and it is the freshest room in the
house to midday. Besides it has a window that neglects the plan. In the
afternoon I read and I write and it arranges, and then I take a light supper in
the pergola on the east side of the house under a vagabond of crimson, one of
the first ones ever planted here more than thirty years ago.
I have to tell him on that vagabond of crimson. You know when I assumed this
hotels it was the hut of only a farmer. In front of that what time the is
kitchen--it was then a dark hole for combustible--it sustained four falling places,
musk-covered and decrepit on how suspended a tangle of anything. It
it was that that me called one "confusion." I was not as educated as now I am. ME
saw--it was winter--what looked at me an ugly tangle of trouble.
I ordered down those places. My workers that were standing in of the reverential fear of me,--me
it was the their first American they had it ever seen,--was slow in to respect. Them
doesn't discuss the order, only they didn't execute him/it to them.
One day I was very austere. I told my head mason, "I have ordered that
what removed half a dozen of times. Both so good as to have those places
taken down before I go out again."
He touched his/her beret, and says, "Very well, Mrs.."
It happened that the neighbor turns that I am gone out to the time you/he/she was become
spring.
The places didn't work. The tangle that was grown them on was dragging
on the earth--but you/he/she had started to put out leaves. I looked at him--and
for the first time it happened to me to say, what is that?"
The mason looked at me a moment, and answered, "That, Mrs.! That is a
'creamson ramblaire'--the more old man in the commune."
I individualize poor, you/he/she was never happened to him that I didn't know.