And here let me repeat what I believe has already appeared in print.

One day a stranger, having walked round the garden and grounds of Rydal Mount, asked of one of the female servants, who happened to be at the door, permission to see her master's Study.

'This,' said she, leading him forward, 'is my master's library, where he keeps his books; but his study is out of doors.' After a long absence from home, it has more than once happened that some one of my cottage neighbours (not of the double-coach-house cottages) has said, 'Well, there he is; we are glad to hear him _booing_ about again.' Once more, in excuse for so much egotism, let me say these notes are written for my familiar friends, and at their earnest request.

Another time a gentleman, whom James had conducted through the grounds, asked him what kind of plants throve best there.

After a little consideration, he answered, 'Laurels.' 'That is,' said the stranger, 'as it should be.