-Beverley Nichols
Merry Hall
Merry Hall
Laughter on the Stairs
Sunlight on the Lawn
Green Grows the City
We Took To the Woods
Drinking the Rain
A Year in the Maine Woods
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| Immediately opposite us was a large and slimy pond. It lay at only a few feet from the billiards-room; its surface was alive with mosquitos, and it exuded a very sickening odour. When Bob threw a stone into it to see how deep it was, a smell came out that seemed to me to be positively mauve. Then, as we moved hurriedly away, we saw looming ahead of us a huge mound, overgrown with docks and nettles, which had obviously been formed by earth that came from the pond. As if this were not bad enough, the mound had been plastered over with angry little rocks made out of cement with pebbles stuck into them - the sort of thing one sees in the gardens of railway stations. -Beverley Nichols Merry Hall |
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| Beverly Nichols: Merry Hall Laughter on the Stairs Sunlight on the Lawn Green Grows the City |
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| Louise Dickenson Rich: We Took To the Woods |
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| Alix Kates Shulman: Drinking the Rain |
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| Bernd Heinrich: A Year in the Maine Woods |
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