You must remember the Green Lane, as we call it, that runs by the side
of the wood-house and poultry-yard where I keep my bantams, pheasants,
and pea-hens, which generally engage my notice twice a day; the more
my favourites because they were my grandfather's, and recommended to
my care by him; and therefore brought hither from my Dairy-house since
his death.

The lane is lower than the floor of the wood-house; and, in the side
of the wood-house, the boards are rotted away down to the floor for
half an ell together in several places. Hannah can step into the
lane, and make a mark with chalk where a letter or parcel may be
pushed in, under some sticks; which may be so managed as to be an
unsuspected cover for the written deposits from either.


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I have been just now to look at the place, and find it will answer.
So your faithful Robert may, without coming near the house, and as
only passing through the Green Lame which leads to two or three farm-
houses [out of livery if you please] very easily take from thence my
letters and deposit yours.

This place is the more convenient, because it is seldom resorted to
but by myself or Hannah, on the above-mentioned account; for it is the
general store-house for firing; the wood for constant use being nearer
the house.

One corner of this being separated off for the roosting-place of my