CHAPTER XIV

WHICH, AMONG OTHER THINGS, HAS TO DO WITH SHRIMPS, MUFFINS, AND TIN WHISTLES A typical Kentish village is Dapplemere, with its rows of scattered cottages bowered in roses and honeysuckle--white-walled cottages with steep-pitched roofs and small, latticed windows that seem to stare at all and sundry, like so many winking eyes. Here is an air redolent of ripening fruit and hops--for Dapplemere is a place of orchards, and hop-gardens, and rick-yards--while, here and there, the sharp-pointed red-tiled roof of some oast…