ABSTRACT
T.H. is wonderfully well, though this day is a rather sad anniversary – the death of his first wife seven years ago, and we always think of the sad and lonely death, with all the piteous circumstances. We took flowers to her grave this afternoon, in the beautiful little ‘Mellstock’ churchyard, and a friendly robin sat on a headstone near and regarded us, and a woodpecker tapped in the tree which shaded the grave. We felt we should like such little creatures to visit our ‘mound’ better than any human being (p. 463).
