Winter's Folly by Mrs. O F Walton

Reader's note

The four women were standing in Mrs. Blunt's shop, peeping from behind sugar-loaves, and tallow candles, and scrubbing brushes, and piles of yellow soap, at a man who was walking quickly down the village street. He was was certainly a singular-looking man. His hair was quite white, and had grown so long that is covered the collar of his coat; his clothes had once been good ones, but were now shabby and threadbare, and hung about him as if he had shrunk to half his size since he had began to wear them...this striking green title draws you into a bygone world! A beautiful addition to any library shelf!