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-LCB- Picture of woman and goose : p1b.jpg -RCB- In alluding to myself as a Goose Girl , I am using only the most modest of my titles ; for I am also a poultry-maid , a tender of Belgian hares and rabbits , and a shepherdess ; but I particularly fancy the role of Goose Girl , because it recalls the German fairy tales of my early youth , when I always yearned , but never hoped , to be precisely what I now am . As I was jolting along these charming Sussex roads the other day , a fat buff pony and a tippy cart being my manner of progression , I chanced upon the village of Barbury Green . One glance was enough for any woman , who , having eyes to see , could see with them ; but I made assurance doubly sure by driving about a little , struggling to conceal my new-born passion from the stable-boy who was my escort . Then , it being high noon of a cloudless day , I descended from the trap and said to the astonished yokel : `` You may go back to the Hydropathic ; I am spending a month or two here . Wait a moment -- I 'll send a message , please ! '' I then scribbled a word or two to those having me in custody . `` I am very tired of people , '' the note ran , `` and want to rest myself by living a while with things .