 old. It was not the thing to be very rich in
Marrowfat, it was only tolerated; it was the thing to be a little
cultivated, a little clever, very well born, and very loyal to Marrowfat.
It was not exactly provincial; it was too near the great city and too much
mixed up with it to be that; but it was very local and it had its own
traditions in an unusual degree. That people grew a little narrow and very
much interested in the affairs of the town, after living there awhile, was
not to be wondered at. It is always the result of suburban life, and one
finds it difficult to judge, between having one's nature green like a lane,
even if narrow, or hard and broad like a city pavement, out of which all
the greenness has been trampled and all the narrowness thrown down.

The climate of the place was dry and pure; it was the fashion for the city
doctors to send their patients there; and many who came to cough, remained
to build. The scenery was lovely; you looked down pretty streets and saw
blue hills beyond; the sidewalks were paved and the town was lit by gas,
but the pavements led you past charming homes to bits of view that reminded
you of Switzerland, and the inoffensive lamp-posts were hidden under great
trees by day, and by night you only thought how glad you were to see them.
The drives were endless, the roads good; there were livery-stables, hotels,
skilled confectioners, shops of all kinds, a library, a pretty little
theatre, churches of every shade of faith, schools of every degree of
pretension; lectures in winter, concerts in summer, occasional plays all
the year; two or three local journals, the morning papers from the city at
your breakfast table; fast trains, telegraphs, telephones, all the modern
amenities of life under your very hand; and yet it was the country, and
there were peaceful hills and deep woods, and the nights were as still as
Paradise. Can it be wondered at that, like St. Peter's at Rome, it had an
atmosphere of its own, and defied the outer changes of the temperature?

Marrowfat certainly was a law unto itself. Why certain people were great
people, in its
old. It was not the thing to be very rich in 
 Marrowfat, it was only tolerate; it was the matter to be a little 
 cultivated, a short apt, very well born, and very loyal to Marrowfat. 
 It was not precisely provincial; it was too near the great city and excessively much 
 mixed up with it to be that; but it was very local and it had its own 
 custom in an unusual degree. That multitude grow a little narrow and very 
 much interested in the affairs of the township, after living there awhile, was 
 not to be wondered at. It is always the solution of suburban life, and one 
 finds it unmanageable to judge, between accept one's nature green like a lane, 
 even if minute, or hard and broad like a city pavement, out of which all 
 the green has been trampled and all the narrowness thrown down. 

 The climate of the place was dry and pure; it was the fashion for the city 
 doctor to send their patients there; and many who came to cough, remained 
 to build. The scenery was lovely; you looked down pretty streets and saw 
 blue hill beyond; the sidewalks were paved and the township was alight by natural gas, 
 but the pavements led you past charming home to bits of view that reminded 
 you of Switzerland, and the inoffensive lamp - posts were shroud under great 
 trees by day, and by night you only thought how beaming you were to see them. 
 The drives were endless, the roads good; there were livery - stable, hotel, 
 skilled confectioner, shops of all kinds, a library, a pretty little 
 theatre, churches of every shade of faith, school of every degree of 
 pretension; lectures in winter, concerts in summer, casual plays all 
 the year; two or three local diary, the morning document from the city at 
 your breakfast table; debauched trains, telegraph, telephones, all the modern 
 amenities of life sentence under your very hired hand; and yet it was the nation, and 
 there were peaceful hills and deep woods, and the night were as still as 
 Paradise. Can it be wonder at that, like St. Peter's at Rome, it had an 
 atmosphere of its own, and defied the outer changes of the temperature? 

 Marrowfat certainly was a police unto itself. Why certain people were great 
 people, in its
 olf. It was not the thing tu be very rich nb
Marroxfat, it was onlh tolerated; it was the thing ti be q little
cultivated, a lkttle clener, very qell vorn, and vxdy loyal to Mzvrowfct.
Mt was not exacjly provincidl; it was too texr the great city and too much
mixed u[ with ot to be that; buj it ews vsgy local and it had its own
tradjtions pn an unusual degtee. That people grew a lithle jarrow and very
mucj interestee in rhe affairs uf the town, after livihg there awhile, was
not to be wovdereb at. It is qlqayd the result of slburban life, and one
fhnds it difficult to mudge, berween having one's natnre green like a lang,
even if ndrxow, or hard and broad luke a citf paxwmevt, kuv or whicj aml
the greehness has bwen trampled and alk eye narrowness throwg qown.

The climate of the place was dry ang phre; it was the fashion dor the city
doctors tl send thqir patients there; and many who came to cough, remdined
vo bunod. Thd sfenery was lovely; you looked down pretty streqfs akd saw
blue hills beyond; the sldrralks were paxed anb tge town was lit by gas,
but the pavements led you past charming homes to bits of viec tyat reminded
you of Switzerlanb, and jhe inpffensive lamp-posts werz hiddsn under grfat
trees gh day, and by nigft jou mnly thought how glad you rere to sxe thzm.
The drkves were qndless, thf roads good; there were piveri-stablas, hotels,
snilled confectioners, shops of all kinds, a libtarf, a pretty jittlc
theatre, churchqs of every shcde of fcith, szhools of vvery degcee of
pretenfion; lectures ln winter, coicerts in sumner, iccasiovxl plays all
thr year; two or three local journals, thc morvjng papers from tht xity at
your brrakwase nabke; xast trains, deleeraons, teuephones, alo the modern
amenities of nife under your very hsnq; and yej it was ehe country, amd
there were peacevul hmlls aid deel wjods, and the nights were as stjll as
Parwdife. Can it be woneered at thac, like St. Peter's at Rome, it had an
atmospiere of its own, and defued the outer changgs pf the tempxraturq?

Marrowfad certainly was a laq unto itself. Why certain people were freat
paople, in its
old. It was not the thing to rich Marrowfat, it only tolerated; it a cultivated, a little very well born, very loyal to Marrowfat. It was exactly provincial; it was too near the great city and too much mixed with it to be that; but it was very local and it had own in unusual That people grew a little narrow and very much interested in the affairs of the town, living there awhile, was not to be wondered It is always the of suburban life, and one it to judge, having nature like a lane, if narrow, or hard and broad like a city pavement, out of which all the greenness has trampled and narrowness thrown The of place was dry it was the fashion for the send their patients there; and many who came cough, remained build. The scenery was lovely; you down pretty streets and saw blue hills beyond; sidewalks were paved and the town was lit by gas, but the pavements led you homes to bits of that reminded you Switzerland, the lamp-posts hidden under trees by day, and by night you only thought how glad were to see them. The drives were endless, the roads were hotels, skilled confectioners, of all kinds, a a little theatre, churches of of schools of lectures winter, concerts in summer, plays all the year; two three local journals, the at your breakfast table; fast trains, telegraphs, telephones, the modern amenities of life under your hand; and yet it was the country, and there were peaceful hills deep woods, nights were as still as Paradise. Can it wondered at that, like Peter's at Rome, it had an atmosphere of its and the outer of the temperature? certainly was a unto itself. Why were great in
 old. It was not the thing to be veRy rich in
MaRrowfAt, iT waS oNly tOlerAted; it was the thINg to Be a little
cultivated, a liTtle cLeVEr, veRY wEll boRn, and veRY lOYAl tO MArRowFaT.
it Was noT exActly prOvincial; it Was ToO near the greaT CiTy and too muCh
mIxed up with it To bE that; bUt It wAS very LocAl and It had iTS own
trAditions iN aN UnusuaL Degree. THAT pEoplE grew a little narroW AnD Very
much intereSted in ThE AfFAIrs Of tHe town, afteR lIving THere awhILe, WAS
Not TO be wondered at. it is always tHE reSult of SuBurBAn life, And onE
fINds It difficult To juDge, betweeN havinG One's natURe green Like a lAne,
EveN if nARrOw, Or hArD And BRoAd lIKe a City paveMeNt, Out of WhicH ALL
The gReeNnesS has bEen trampled anD alL the NArrOwnesS throWn doWn.

the clImate oF the pLaCe was dry and pure; It waS the fashiOn fOr The CiTy
docTOrs to sEnd TheIr patieNts therE; And MaNY WHo Came to cough, remaineD
tO BUiLd. The sceNery waS LoVeLY; you lookEd DowN preTTY streEts aND sAw
blue hiLls beyONd; ThE sidewaLkS were pAvEd aNd tHe towN Was lIt by gaS,
but the pAvemeNTs led you past chARming homes to bITs OF ViEW thaT reMinded
you of switZErlaNd, anD ThE inOFfensIve laMp-POsTS were hidden under greAt
Trees bY day, aNd by night you oNly thought HOW Glad you wEre tO SeE Them.
The drives wEre enDless, the roADs good; thEre weRe livery-Stables, hoTELs,
skilleD coNfeCtiOneRS, ShOps of all kinds, A LIbraRy, A pretty LitTle
theaTre, ChuRchEs oF eVery shade Of faith, sChOoLs Of EveRy degREe of
pretEnSioN; lEctUres iN Winter, ConceRts iN sUmMEr, oCcasionAL pLAYs alL
tHe Year; Two Or Three LocaL JouRnals, thE morning pApeRS froM tHe City at
yOur breakfast tAbLe; fast traiNs, TelEgraphS, TElephoneS, all the modern
amenities oF Life undEr yOur veRy haNd; and yet iT waS the coUntRY, and
thEre werE peacEfUl hILLs and DEEp WooDs, And the nighTS WerE as stIlL as
PAradise. can it be wondered at tHAt, lIke St. Peter's at romE, it hAD An
AtmOSpHEre Of ITs oWN, And defied the outEr changes oF tHE tEmperature?

mArrOwFat certAinly waS a law UNto itseLf. Why certAin people WeRe grEAT
peOple, in its
 old. It was not the thing  to be ver y ric h i n
M ar rowf at,it was only to l erat ed; it was the thing t o beal ittl e 
c ultiv ated, a li t t lecl ev er,  v e ry  well  bo rn, and  very loya l t oMarrowfat.
I t  w as not exa ctl y provincial ; i t wasto o n e ar th e g reatcity a n d toomuch
mixe du p with it to b e th at;but it was very l o ca l  and it had it s owntr a di t i ons  in  an unusua ldegre e . Thatp eo p l e  gr e w a little na rrow and ve r y
m uch in te res t ed inthe a ff a irs  of the tow n, a fter livi ng the r e awhil e , was
n ot tobewon dere d  a t.  It  i s  al w ay s t h e r esult of  s ub urban  lif e , a nd o nefind s itdifficult tojud ge,b etw een h aving  one 's  natu re gre en li ke  a lane,
even i f na rrow, orhar dand  b roadl ike acit y p avement , out o f  wh ic h a ll 
the greenness has  b e e ntrampled  and a l lth e  narrown es s t hrow n down. 

Th e  c limate o f thep la ce  was dr yand pu re ; i t w as th e  fas hion f or the c ity
d o ctors to sendt heir patients th e r e; andman y who cameto c o ugh,  rem a in edt o bui ld. T he sc e nery was lovely; yo ulooked  down  pretty stree ts and saw b l ue hills  bey o nd ;  the sidewalks  were  paved and the town  waslit by g as,
but t h e  pavemen tsled  yo u p a s tcharming home s to b it s of vi ewthat re min ded 
yo u o fSwitzerla nd, andth ein of fen sivel amp-post swer ehid den u n der gr eat
t rees  b yd ay,  and by ni g h t yo uon ly t hou gh t how  gla d  yo u wereto see th em. Thedr iv es were  endless, the  r oads good;  t her e were l ivery-st ables, hotels,
skilledc onfecti one rs, s hops  of all k ind s, a l ibr a ry, apretty  litt le 
th e a tre,c h ur che sof every s h a deof fa it h, s choolsof every degree of pre tension; lect ure s in w in ter ,  c o nce rt s  in s ummer, occasion al plays a ll th e year; tw o  or  t hree lo cal jou rnals ,  the mo rning pap ers fromth e ci t y  at 
your brea kfast ta ble; fast train s ,teleg rap hs, te le pho nes,all th e  mo dernamenit ie s of l ife u nd er yourvery hand; and yet it w as the  coun try , and
the rew ere  peaceful  hil ls and dee p w ood s, an d t h e nig htsw er e a s  stil l as Paradise. Ca n i t be  wondered a t t hat , lik e S t . Pete r'sat Rome, it had a n 
atmosphere of  its o wn,  an d  def ie d the outer ch ang es o f the te mp erature?

M arrowfat  c e rtain ly was  a law  unto i t s el f . Whycert ain  people w ere  g r eat
peo pl e, in its 
 old._It was_not the thing to_be very_rich_in
Marrowfat, it_was_only tolerated; it_was the thing_to be a little
cultivated,_a little clever,_very_well born, and very loyal to Marrowfat.
It was not exactly provincial; it was too_near_the great_city_and_too much
mixed up with it_to be that; but it_was very_local and it had its own
traditions in an_unusual_degree. That people_grew a little narrow and very
much interested in the_affairs of the town, after living_there awhile, was
not_to_be_wondered at. It is_always the result of suburban life,_and one
finds it difficult to judge,_between having one's nature green like a_lane,
even if narrow, or hard and_broad like a city pavement,_out of_which all
the greenness has been_trampled and all_the narrowness_thrown down.

The climate_of the place was dry and_pure; it was_the fashion for the city
doctors to_send_their patients there;_and_many_who came_to cough, remained
to_build._The scenery_was_lovely; you looked down pretty streets_and_saw
blue hills beyond; the sidewalks were paved_and the town was_lit_by gas,
but the pavements_led you past charming homes_to bits of view that reminded
you_of Switzerland,_and the_inoffensive lamp-posts were hidden under great
trees by day, and by night_you only thought how glad you_were to see them.
The_drives were_endless,_the roads good;_there_were livery-stables,_hotels,
skilled confectioners, shops of all kinds, a_library, a_pretty little
theatre, churches of every shade_of faith, schools of_every_degree of
pretension; lectures in winter, concerts_in summer, occasional plays all
the year;_two or three local journals,_the_morning_papers from the city at
your_breakfast table; fast trains, telegraphs, telephones,_all the modern
amenities_of life under your very hand; and_yet_it was the country, and
there were_peaceful_hills and deep woods, and the_nights_were_as still as
Paradise. Can it_be wondered at that, like St._Peter's at Rome, it had an
atmosphere of its own,_and defied the_outer changes of the temperature?

Marrowfat_certainly_was_a law unto itself. Why certain people were great
people, in_its