Excerpt from The Tuft-Hunter, Vol. 1 of 3 The morning breeze filled the atmosphere with sweets; and Agnes Callendar, fresh and hopeful as the morning itself, bounded with the light step of a light heart over the lawn, without any other shelter for her very pretty face and shoulders from the scorching sun than was supplied by her own dark flowing ringlets. All nature smiled around her; the flitting birds were throwing their soft sha dows over the sunny lawn, and rustling amidst the blossom of the variegated groves. The golden wreaths of the laburnum and the sil ver knots of the chestnut streamed and glit tered around. The bees were as busy as the birds, and the whole scene was suffused and penetrated with brilliancy and odour. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.