He had journeyed a long way ,and was very tired. It seemed like a dream when he stood up after a sleep in the field,and looked the well ,and sew the garden,and the flowers ,and the children playing all about.He looked at the long road behind him,at the dark wood and the
barren hills;It was the world which he belobged.He looked at the garden before him,at the big house ,and the terrace,and the led down to the smooth lanw -it was the world which belonged to the children