short grass and rough boulders. Over everything was the same
beautiful clear sunlight that had impressed Mollie so much on her
first visit, and the air was warm and soft. She thought of the dull
street at home in North Kensington, with brick houses all crowded up
together and dingy little back-yards, and she wished that her family
could come and live in this wide and sunny country.

As she stood, a cry came across the valley.

"Coo-eee! Cooo-eeeee!"

"There's Bridget calling for tea," said Prudence. "Come on quick;
I'm as hungry as a hunter, and Biddy said she would make some
damper, because we are rather short of bread."

"What is damper?" asked Mollie, as she followed the other two down
the hill. "Is it wet bread?"

"Don't you know what _damper_ is?" Grizzel asked, with round eyes.
"It is unleavened bread--you know, like the Children of Israel ate.
Sometimes we find manna too, lying underneath the trees, but I don't
like it much. I am glad I am not a Child of Israel," she added; "I
don't like that old Moses. Do you?"

"I haven't thought about him very much," Mollie confessed; "I
suppose he was all right in his own way."

"He was so fond of Thou shalt not," Grizzel objected, "and I can't
_bear_ thou shalt nots. If _I_ had made the commandments I should
have said 'Thou oughtest not to commit murder, but if thou doest