英文之旅

The beautiful, brilliant Butterflies of the Meadow had many cousins living in the forest, most of whom were Night Moths.

The season of strikes seemed to have run itself to a standstill. Almost every trade and industry and calling in which a dislocation could possibly be engineered had indulged in that luxury.

At first the weather was fine and still. The thrushes were calling, and in the swamps close by something alive droned pitifully with a sound like blowing into an empty bottle.