Helier's to the fishing village of Gorey. By this time the young
people were all well accustomed to the absurd little narrow gauge
tramways with their leisurely trains. But if the train into St.
Helier's crawled, the one to Gorey snailed, to quote Roger. Time
was ample to note the pretty stuccoed houses, pink, cream or
brown, with gardens and climbing vines that even in December made
them spots of beauty. They passed under the frowning cliffs of
Fort Regent and saw several lovely turquoise-blue bays with
shining sandy beaches. Farther on farms succeeded the villas,
stone farmhouses with tiled or thatched roofs, some with orange or
other fruit trees trained against their southern walls. Suddenly
Frances rose to her feet.

"What on earth are those?" she demanded. "Just look at those
cabbages on top of canes."

The others looked and saw something answering exactly to Fran's
graphic description.

"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Thayne, "those are the cow cabbages of Jersey.
They are common in the interior of the island. It's a peculiar
kind of cabbage growing five or six feet high. The farmers pick
the leaves on the stalk and leave just the head on top. These
stalks are made into the canes we have seen in shops."

"I saw them," said Win, "but I didn't realize what they were.
Look, there's a Jersey cow among the cabbages."

"The Jersey cattle are so pretty," said Frances admiringly.