In after-years she used to say that some books had always remained associated with certain places in her mind.

With Emerson she learned to associate the scent of hay, the desultory remarks of hens, and the sudden choruses of ducks.

Carlyle's "Sartor Resartus," which she read for the first time this year, always recalled to her afterwards the leathern odor of the box-room, with an occasional _soupcon_ of damp flapping linen in the orchard, which spot was not visible from the rectory windows.
Gradually Mrs.Alwynn became aware of the fact that Ruth was never to be seen with a book in her hand, and she expressed fears that the latter was not keeping up her reading.
"And if you don't like to read to yourself, my dear, you can read to me while I work.

German, now.

I like the sound of German very well.