The History of Mr Polly


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gardens and hoast crowned farms, and further on, to be reached only by  
cheap tickets at Bank Holiday times, was a sterile ridge of very clean  
roads and red sand pits and pines and gorse and heather. The Three Ps  
could not afford to buy bicycles and they found boots the greatest  
item of their skimpy expenditure. They threw appearances to the winds  
at last and got ready-made workingmen's hob-nails. There was much  
discussion and strong feeling over this step in the dormitory.  
There is no country-side like the English country-side for those who  
have learnt to love it; its firm yet gentle lines of hill and dale,  
its ordered confusion of features, its deer parks and downland, its  
castles and stately houses, its hamlets and old churches, its farms  
and ricks and great barns and ancient trees, its pools and ponds and  
shining threads of rivers; its flower-starred hedgerows, its orchards  
and woodland patches, its village greens and kindly inns. Other  
country-sides have their pleasant aspects, but none such variety, none  
that shine so steadfastly throughout the year. Picardy is pink and  
white and pleasant in the blossom time, Burgundy goes on with its  
sunshine and wide hillsides and cramped vineyards, a beautiful tune  
repeated and repeated, Italy gives salitas and wayside chapels and  
chestnuts and olive orchards, the Ardennes has its woods and  
gorges--Touraine and the Rhineland, the wide Campagna with its distant  
Apennines, and the neat prosperities and mountain backgrounds of South  
Germany, all clamour their especial merits at one's memory. And there  
are the hills and fields of Virginia, like an England grown very big  
and slovenly, the woods and big river sweeps of Pennsylvania, the trim  
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