A. L. O. E. 
Flora 

‘Well, there certainly is a charm in the country!’ exclaimed Ada Murray, as, with the assistance of the hand of her companion, she sprang lightly down from a stile on the soft daisy-spangled grass beneath.’The charm of novelty, I suppose, ‘ replied Flora.’Well, I am afraid that I must plead guilty to knowing very little more of rural life than I have gathered from, ‘Let me Wander not Unseen.’ Ever since I came down here I have been looking out for the shepherds telling tales ‘under the hawthorn, ‘ and the village maidens dancing to the sound of the rebeck; but no livelier piece of gaiety can I hear of than a feast to the school-children in a field! I suppose that you could not have archery here?’ she added, suddenly, as the thought crossed her mind.