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THE INGLESIDE CHILDREN 29the odours of balsam-fir and woodsy growing thingsin their springtime prime, with the palestrawberry blossoms all around you,stars of wildand with thesough of the wind and tinkle of bells in the shakingtree tops, and eat fried trout and dry bread, was somethingwhich the mighty of earth mightthem.have envied"Sit in,"invited Nan, as Jem placed his sizzling tinplatter of trout on the table. "It's your turn to saygrace, Jem.""I've done my part frying the trout," protested Jem,who hated saying grace. "Let Walter sayit. Helikes saying grace. And cut it short, too, Walt. I'mstarving."But Walter said no grace, short or long, just then.An interruption occurred."Who's coming down from the manse hill?" said Di.