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The Grand Tour Of The Gardens
Youyachtsmenwithyourwands,whothinkwearealltheretogazeonyou,yourshipsareonlyaccidentsofthisplace,andweretheyalltobeboardedandsunkbytheducks,therealbusinessoftheRoundPondwouldbecarriedonasusual.
Pathsfromeverywherecrowdlikechildrentothepond.Someofthemareordinarypaths,whichhavearailoneachside,andaremadebymenwiththeircoatsoff,butothersarevagrants,wideatonespot,andatanothersonarrowthatyoucanstandastridethem.TheyarecalledPathsthathaveMadeThemselves,andDaviddidwishhecouldseethemdoingit.But,likeallthemostwonderfulthingsthathappenintheGardens,itisdone,weconcluded,atnightafterthegatesareclosed.WehavealsodecidedthatthepathsmakethemselvesbecauseitistheironlychanceofgettingtotheRoundPond.
Oneofthesegypsypathscomesfromtheplacewherethesheepgettheirhaircut.WhenDavidshedhiscurlsatthehairdresser’s,Iamtold,hesaidgood-byetothemwithoutatremor,thoughhismotherhasneverbeenquitethesamebrightcreaturesince;sohedespisesthesheepastheyrunfromtheirshearer,andcallsouttauntingly,’Cowardly,cowardlycustard!’ButwhenthemangripsthembetweenhislegsDavidshakesafistathimforusingsuchbigscissors.Anotherstartlingmomentiswhenthemanturnsbackthegrimywoolfromthesheep’sshouldersandtheylooksuddenlylikeladiesinthestallsofatheatre.Thesheeparesofrightenedbytheshearingthatitmakesthemquitewhiteandthin,andassoonastheyaresetfreetheybegintonibblethegrassatonce,quiteanxiously,asiftheyfearedthattheywouldneverbewortheating.
