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The Grand Tour of the Gardens
Pathsfromeverywherecrowdlikechildrentothepond.Someofthemareordinarypaths,whichhavearailoneachside,andaremadebymenwiththeircoatsoff,butothersarevagrants,wideatonespotandatanothersonarrowthatyoucanstandastridethem.TheyarecalledPathsthathaveMadeThemselves,andDaviddidwishhecouldseethemdoingit.But,likeallthemostwonderfulthingsthathappenintheGardens,itisdone,weconcluded,atnightafterthegatesareclosed.WehavealsodecidedthatthepathsmakethemselvesbecauseitistheironlychanceofgettingtotheRoundPond.
Oneofthesegypsypathscomesfromtheplacewherethesheepgettheirhaircut.WhenDavidshedhiscurlsatthehair-dresser’s,Iamtold,hesaidgood-byetothemwithoutatremor,thoughMaryhasneverbeenquitethesamebrightcreaturesince,sohedespisesthesheepastheyrunfromtheirshearerandcallsouttauntingly,“Cowardy,cowardycustard!”ButwhenthemangripsthembetweenhislegsDavidshakesafistathimforusingsuchbigscissors.Anotherstartlingmomentiswhenthemanturnsbackthegrimywoolfromthesheeps’shouldersandtheylooksuddenlylikeladiesinthestallsofatheatre.Thesheeparesofrightenedbytheshearingthatitmakesthemquitewhiteandthin,andassoonastheyaresetfreetheybegintonibblethegrassatonce,quiteanxiously,asiftheyfearedthattheywouldneverbewortheating.Davidwonderswhethertheyknoweachother,nowthattheyaresodifferent,andifitmakesthemfightwiththewrongones.