Then they sauntered away, side by side, along the sandy track, among the knolls of braken, with the sunlit boughs whispering knowingly to one another in the evening breeze as they passed beneath .-- An evening walk long remembered by both of them.
"Oh see ye not that pleasant road, That winds along the ferny brae?
Oh that's the road to fairy land, Where thou and I this e'en must gae." "And so you cannot remember England, Mr.Buckley ?" says Alice.
"Oh dear, no.

Stay though, I am speaking too fast.

I can remember some few places.

I remember a steep, red road, that led up to the church, and have some dim recollection of a vast grey building, with a dark porch, which must have been the church itself.

I can see too, at this moment, a broad green flat, beside a creek, which was covered with yellow and purple flowers, which mother and I made into nosegays.