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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
46
Tuesday
10th.--A
cold,
yet
sunshiny
morning.
John
carried
letters
to
Ambleside.
Wm.
stuck
peas.
After
dinner
he
lay
down.
John
not
at
home.
I
stuck
peas
alone.
Cold
showers
with
hail
and
rain,
but
at
half-past
five,
after
a
heavy
rain,
the
lake
became
calm
and
very
beautiful.
Those
parts
of
the
water
which
were
perfectly
unruffled
lay
like
green
islands
of
various
shapes.
William
and
I
walked
to
Ambleside
to
seek
lodgings
for
C.
No
letters.
No
papers.
It
was
a
very
cold
cheerless
evening.
John
had
been
fishing
in
Langdale
and
was
gone
to
bed.
A
very
tall
woman,
tall
much
beyond
the
measure
of
tall
women,
called
at
the
door.
She
had
on
a
very
long
brown
cloak
and
a
very
white
cap,
without
bonnet.
Her
face
was
excessively
brown,
but
it
had
plainly
once
been
fair.
She
led
a
little
bare-footed
child
about
two
years
old
by
the
hand,
and
said
her
husband,
who
was
a
tinker,
was
gone
before
with
the
other
children.
I
gave
her
a
piece
of
bread.
Afterwards
on
my
way
to
Ambleside,
beside
the
bridge
at
Rydale,
I
saw
her
husband
sitting
by
the
roadside,
his
two
asses
feeding
beside
him,
and
the
two
young
children
at
play
upon
the
grass.
The
man
did
not
beg.
I
passed
on
and
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
further
I
saw
two
boys
before
me,
one
about
10,
the
other
about
8
years
old,
at
play
chasing
a
butterfly.
They
were
wild
figures,
not
very
ragged,
but
without
shoes
and
stockings.
The
hat
of
the
elder
was
wreathed
round
with
yellow
flowers,
the
younger
whose
hat
was
only
a
rimless
crown,
had
stuck
it
round
with
laurel
leaves.
They
continued
at
play
till
I
drew
very
near,
and
then
they
addressed
me
with
the
begging
cant
and
the
whining
voice
of
sorrow.
I
said
"I
served
your
mother
this
morning."
(The
boys
were
so
like
the
woman
who
had
called
at
...
that
I
could
not
be
mistaken.)
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