Book 1, Chapter 12

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​⁠He had more tow on his distaffe Than Gerveis knew.—CHAUCER.

The ride to Stone Court, which Fred and Rosamond took the next morning, lay through a pretty bit of midland landscape, almost all meadows and pastures, with hedgerows still allowed to grow in bushy beauty and to spread out coral fruit for the birds. Little details gave each field a particular physiognomy, dear to the eyes that have looked