tables in that corner, and here are some snowdrops and primroses already in bloom—and there, too, is a yellow crocus just opening in the sunshine."
"But then, how can you bear such a situation—your nearest neighbours two miles distant, and nobody looking in or passing by?—Rose would go stark mad in such a place. She can't put on life unless she sees half a dozen fresh gowns and bonnets a day—not to speak of the faces within; but you might sit watching at these windows all day long, and never see so much as an old woman carrying her eggs to market."
"I am not sure the loneliness of the place was not one of its chief recommendations—I take no pleasure in watching people pass the windows; and I like to be quiet."
"Oh! as good as to say, you wish we would all of us mind our own business, and let you alone."
"No, I dislike an extensive acquaintance;
