CHAPTER III.
ARCADIA.
_November 1st_.

This is Huxter's Cross, and I live here.

I have lived here a week.

I should like to live here for ever.

O, let me be rational for a few hours, while I write the record of this last blissful week; let me be reasonable, and business-like, and Sheldon-like for this one wet afternoon, and then I may be happy and foolish again.