CHAPTER X

GIVETH SOME DESCRIPTION OF BREAD AND BUTTER Opening his eyes, Sir Marmaduke sat up to behold the wood pierced by radiant beams of early sunshine and gemmed with sparkling dewdrops that spangled in the mossy ling, while birds, near and far, filled the leafy aisles with the fervour of their glad singing, but nowhere was sight or sound of Eve Ash. Thus, being at some loss, Sir Marmaduke took himself by the chin and was instantly discomforted by its bristly feel and yearned amain for the luxury of hot water, soap and …