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A little comedy was played here yesterday, here in the garden -- in / our garden. I call it ours for, as the days go by in the company of / Cruikshank and his Bellwattle, there grows more and more into my mind / the belief that theirs is the only way of living. Wherefore, in my / vainest imaginings, I share the garden with them, calling it ours to / give a flavor of reality to the conceit.
I was not present when this little play was enacted, nor indeed should / I have perceived the full comedy of it had I been there. Bellwattle, / Dandy and I were away round the first head of the cliffs where the / gulls were wheeling, for ever wheeling, up against the wind.