Excerpt: ...spend all the seasons on this Farm? It is not possible!" "And why is it not possible?" the Dame asked, looking at her for the first time a little sternly, and she saw that in spite of her smooth country skin she was a woman of middle age; "the seasons are all full. In the spring there is planting, in the summer there is picking, in the autumn there is storing, in the winter there is spinning." Now these were simple words and plain to understand, and yet something about them troubled her greatly and she felt Pg ...
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Excerpt: ...spend all the seasons on this Farm? It is not possible!" "And why is it not possible?" the Dame asked, looking at her for the first time a little sternly, and she saw that in spite of her smooth country skin she was a woman of middle age; "the seasons are all full. In the spring there is planting, in the summer there is picking, in the autumn there is storing, in the winter there is spinning." Now these were simple words and plain to understand, and yet something about them troubled her greatly and she felt Pg 68 that she must find an answer for them or know no peace at all. "That is all very well," she said quickly, "but you are leaving out something without which all the seasons are empty and the year a dull affair." "And what is that, then?" asked the Dame. "Pleasure," she said. "I find pleasure in them all," the Dame said, "and so do those about me." "But they are all work
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