CHAPTER IX

IN WHICH MAY BE FOUND SOME DESCRIPTION OF ARCADIA, AND GOOSEBERRIES Anthea, leaning on her rake in a shady corner of the five-acre field, turned to watch Bellew, who, stripped to his shirt-sleeves, bare of neck, and arm, and pitchfork in hand, was busy tossing up mounds of sweet-smelling hay to Adam, who stood upon a great waggon to receive it, with Small Porges perched up beside him. A week had elapsed since Bellew had found his way to Dapplemere, a week which had only served to strengthen the bonds of affection b…