Stories Told by the Miller by Violet Jacob

One day they were in the miller's garden. He had white rose-bushes on either side of his door and a box-tree by the gate.

"Here is the book! " cried little Peter, who had dashed into the house, and now came dancing out with the volume in his hand. "I've been peeping inside, and there is such a fine bit about a man beating a big drum."