Ane from La Vauroque on Gray Robin, I

met th e jovial ones all streaming homewards. A moment before, the quiet gray lane, with its fern-covered banks
and hedges of roses and honeysuckle all asleep and drenched
with dew, was all in keeping with my spirits, which were gray also, partly with the weariness of such unaccustomed merriment, and
still more at thought of my various stupidities. They all gathered round me an