THERE’S NO telephone,” said the long-legged young woman. “It seemed more important to have drains, so we chose drains. We couldn’t afford both at once.” “Far better to have drains,” said Dinnie. “Yes, that was what we felt. You see, it needed so much doing to it. It was a farm cottage once, but no-one had lived in it for years. But we fell in love with it, we felt we must rescue it. We did think of calling it Cinderella Cottage, but Jim said it would be whimsical.” “I like Meadow Cottage much better.” Dinnie looked out of the window at the calm Cambridgeshire landscape, cows under elm trees, shorn midsummer fields dotted with trusses of hay. It wasn’t in the least what they were looking for, this rather self-conscious Meadow Cottage – but perhaps as a pro tem? It smelled of wood smoke . . . Wood smoke always makes one sentimental. “It will be sad for you to leave it, when you’ve made it so charming – even if it’s only for a couple of years.” “Nothing would make us, if it weren’t for Jim having to go to Rhode Island to print The Anatomy of Melancholy.”
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