Silas K. Hocking,
Her Benny: A Story of Street Life
“ And Nelly wonders to herself if it is possible that heaven can be more beautiful than this.But Benny soon gets impatient to be off into the wood, and, humouring his wish, they set off up the narrow path, between banks of ferns and primroses and wild flowers of almost every hue. The tall trees wave their branches above them, and the birds whistle out their happy hearts. Here and there the grasshoppers chirp among the undergrowth, and myriads of insects make the air vocal with their ceaseless hum. ”
