Thomas Wingfold. Volume III by George MacDonald

Every day after this, so long as the weather continued warm, it was / Leopold's desire to be carried out to the meadow. Once at his / earnest petition, instead of setting him down in the usual place, / they went on with him into the park, but he soon wished to be taken / back to the meadow. He did not like the trees to come between him / and his bed: they made him feel like a rabbit that was too far from / its hole, he said; and he was never tempted to try it again.

Regularly too every day, about one o'clock, the gnome-like form of / the gate-keeper would issue from the little door in the park-fence, / and come marching across the grass towards Leopold's chair, which / was set near the small clump of trees already mentioned. The curate / was almost always there, not talking much to the invalid, but / letting him know every now and then by some little attention or / word, or merely by showing himself, that he was near. Sometimes he / would take refuge from the heat, which the Indian never felt too / great, amongst the trees, and there would generally be thinking out / what he wanted to say to his people the next Sunday.