Excerpt from When Life Was New When we were boys we used to find no season of the year so trying as the weeks in which the field or lawn before the house was sacredly kept for mowing grass. We could see the finches fly down into it from one or other of the three great elm-trees which stood so proudly and threw over it such immense shadows. The finches would hover awhile, picking the seeds of the taller grass, then plump down, invisible, unap proachable. 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.