The Daisy Chain or Aspirations
Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high,
So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be;
Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky
Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
A grain of glory mixed with humbleness,
Cures both a fever and lethargicness.
"Norman, do you feel up to a long day's work?" said Dr. May, on the following
morning. "I have to set off after breakfast to see old Mrs. Gould, and to be at
Abbotstoke Grange by twelve; then I thought of going to Fordholm, and
getting Miss Cleveland to give us some luncheon--there are some poor people
on the way to look at; and that girl on Far-view Hill; and there's another place
to call in at coming home. You'll have a good deal of sitting in the carriage,
holding Whitefoot, so if you think you shall be cold or tired, don't scruple to
say so, and I'll take Adams to drive me."
"No, thank you," said Norman briskly. "This frost is famous."
"It will turn to rain, I expect--it is too white," said the doctor, looking out at
the window. "How will you get to Cocksmoor, good people?"
"Ethel won't believe it rains unless it is very bad," said Richard.
Norman set out with his father, and prosperously performed the expedition,
arriving at Abbotstoke Grange at the appointed hour.
"Ha!" said the doctor, as the iron gates of ornamental scrollwork were swung
back, "there's a considerable change in this place since I was here last. Well
kept up indeed! Not a dead leaf left under the old walnuts, and the grass
looks as smooth as if they had a dozen gardeners rolling it every day."
"And the drive," said Norman, "more like a garden walk than a road! But oh!
what a splendid cedar!"
"Isn't it! I remember that as long as I remember anything. All this fine rolling
of turf, and trimming up of the place, does not make much difference to you,
old fellow, does it? You don't look altered since I saw you last, when old
Jervis was letting the place go to rack and ruin. So they have a new entrance-
-very handsome conservatory--flowers--the banker does things in style.
There," as Norman helped him off with his plaid, "wrap yourself up well, don't
get cold. The sun is gone in, and I should not wonder if the rain were coming
after all. I'll not be longer than I can help."