Farthing Green, when they came to it, left Susan almost - almost - speechless with delight. "But, but, but," she stammered, "it's got everything!"
Cousin Barbara very obligingly drove at a snail's pace through the charming village, past the old cottages, half-timbered or of rosy brick past the pretty gardens by the stream, past the green with the old church and prim Georgian houses round it and a little pond, daffodil-fringed, in the middle.
From SUSAN'S HELPING HAND, Chapter 3, Robbery at Folding Manor.
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