he street, and the spaces between are closed with high walls, shutting in the thoroughfare as completely as in a city "block." Behind these barriers each family carries o

have also a garden or orchard, l

are milked, the horses groomed, the sheep sheared, and the poultry fed. Here, too, is the child

te is only one small high window. But time and nature have done much to beautify the spot. In the cracks of the roof, thatched or tiled, whichever it may be, many a vagrant seed has found lodgment. The weeds have grown up in profusion to cover the bare little place with leaf and

as a curly-haired baby boy who creeps after her as she goes about her work. His inquiring mind is at this a

's scratching in the dooryard. Here and there they wander with contented clucks, as they find now and then a worm or grub for a titbit. But it is only a poor living which is to

e seed. They stand about in a circle, heads all together in the centre, bobbing up and down as long as any food remains. Chanticleer holds back with true gallantry, and with an air of masculine superiority. The belated members of

the width of the picture. These counterbalance the effect of the long perspective which is so skilfully indicated in the drawing of the house and the garden walk. The perspec

unhappy if shut in by impenetrable barriers. There must always be, he says, some way of e

e. He wisely gives us a glimpse of the sky above, and shows us th

wing, which, like the Knitting Lesson,

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rs in the chapte