But the lesson was lost on Jack; he would have it that where rabbits and foxes went he could go! After all, the chief pleasure those blank bad days had for me was the thought that Jack was as happy as he could well be.

But it was not enough to satisfy me, and by and by it came into my mind that I had been long enough at that place.

It was hard to leave Jack, who had put himself so entirely in my hands, and trusted me so implicitly.

But--the weather was keeping very bad: was there ever known such a June as this of 1907?
So wet and windy and cold! Then, too, the bloom had gone from the furze.

It was, I remembered, to witness this chief loveliness that I came.