"You see， I have been such a long time away from Europe that things seem strange to me now； but I was born and bred on the edge of Epping Forest； Walthamstow and Woodford， to wit. ""A pretty place too，" broke in Dick； "a very jolly place， now that the trees have had time to grow again since the great clearing of houses in 1955."Quoth the irrepressible weaver： "Dear neighbour， since you knew the Forest some time ago， could you tell me what truth there is in the rumour that in the nineteenth century the trees were all pollards？
This was catching me on my archaeological natural-history side， and Ifell into the trap without any thought of where and when I was； so Ibegan on it， while one of the girls， the handsome one， who had been scattering little twigs of lavender and other sweet-smelling herbs about the floor， came near to listen， and stood behind me with her hand on my shoulder， in which she held some of the plant that I used to call balm： its strong sweet smell brought back to my mind my very early days in the kitchen-garden at Woodford， and the large blue plums which grew on the wall beyond the sweet-herb patch，--a connection of memories which all boys will see at once.
I started off： "When I was a boy， and for long after， except for a piece about Queen Elizabeth's Lodge， and for the part about High Beech， the Forest was almost entirely made up of pollard hornbeams mixed with holly thickets. But when the Corporation of London took it over about twenty-five years ago， the topping and lopping， which was a part of the old commoners' rights， came to an end， and the trees were let to grow. But I have not seen the place bnow for many yearsm except once， when we Leaguers were shocked to see how it was built-over amd altered； and the other day we heard that the philistines were going to landscape-garden it. But what you were saying about the building being stopped and the trees growing is only too good news；--only you know--"At that point I suddenly remembered Dick's date， and stopped short rather confused. The eager weaver didn't notice my confusion， but said hastily， as if he were almost aware of his breach of good manners， "But I say， how old are you？"Dick and the pretty girl both burst out laughing， as if Robert's conduct were excusable on the grounds of eccentricity； and Dick said amidst his laughter：
"Hold hard， Bob； this questioning of guests won't do. Why， much learning is spoiling you. You remind me of the radical cobblers in the silly old novels， who， according to the authors， were prepared to trample down all good manners in the pursuit of utilitarian knowledge.
The fact is， I begin to think that you have so muddled your head with mathematics， and with grubbing into those idiotic old books about political economy (he he！)， that you scarcely know how to behave.
Really， it is about time for you to take to some open-air work， so that you may clear away the cobwebs from your brain."The weaver only laughed good-humoredly； and the girl went up to him and patted his cheek and said laughingly， "Poor fellow！ he was born so."As for me， i was a little puzzled， but I laughed also， partly for the company's sake， and partly with pleasure at their unanxious happiness and good temper； and before Robert could make the excuse to me which he was getting ready， I said：
"But， neighbours" (I had caught up that word)， "I don't in the least mind answering questions， when I can do so： ask me as many as you please； and as to my age I'm not a fine lady， you know， so why shouldn't I tell you？ I'm hard on fifty-six. "In spite of the recent lecture on good manners， the weaver could not help giving a long "whew" of astonishment， and the others were so amused by his _naivet巁 that the merriment flitted all over their faces， though for courtes y's sake thay forbore actual laughter； while I looked from one to the other in a puzzled manner， and at last said：
"Tell me， please， what is amiss： you know I want to learn from you.
And please laugh； only tell me."
Well， they _did_ laugh， and I joined them again， for the above-stated reasons. But at last the pretty woman said coaxingly：
"Well， well， he _is_ rude， poor fellow！ but you see I may as well tell you what he is thinking about； he means that you look rather old for your age. But surely there need be no wonder in that， since you have been travelling； and clearly from all you have been saying， in unsocial countries. It has often been said， and no doubt truly that one ages very quickly if one lives amongst unhappy people. Also they say that southern England is a good place for keeping good looks." She blushed and said："How old am I， do you think？""Well，" quoth I， "I have always been told that a woman is as old as sht looks， so without offence or flattery， i should say that you were twenty"She laughed merrily， and said， "I am well served out for fishing for compliments， since I have to tell you the truth， to wit， that I am forty-two."I stared at her， and drew musical laughter from her again； but I might well stare， for there was not a careful line on her face； her skin was as smooth as ivory， her cheeks full and round， her lips as red as the roses she had brought in； her beautiful arms which she had bared for work， firm and well-knit from shoulder to wrist. She blushed a little under my gaze， though it was clear that she had taken me for a man of eighty； so to pass it off I said：
"Well， you see， the old saw is proved right again， and I ought not to have let you tempt me into asking you a rude question."She laughed again， and said： " Well， lads， old and young， I must get to my wowrk now. We shall be rather busy here presently； and I want to clear it off soon， for I began to read a pretty old book yesterday， and I want to get on with it this morning； so good-bye for the present."She waved a hand to usk， and stepped lightly down the hall， taking (as Scott says) at least part of the sun from our table as she went.
When she was gone， Dick said， "Now， guest， won't you ask a question or two of our friend here？ It is only fair that you should have your turn.""I shall be very glad to answer them，" said the weaver.
