same and both stared into the sky, trying to detect the tiny spot
of feathered joy, the source of all this melody. Presently Edith
and Win joined them.

Back around the corner came Roger and the guide, both stopping
short at sight of the rest of the party down on their knees on the
daisy-starred turf.

"Whatever are they doing?" ejaculated the boy.

"Oh, it's a skylark!" exclaimed Frances enthusiastically. "Come
and see."

Mouth open in amazement, their small guide stood rooted to the
spot. "A skylark!" he muttered, staring at the four in their
attitude of devotion. "Lookin' at a skylark!" he repeated as
though unable to credit the testimony of his own eyes.

Win burst out laughing and rose to his feet. "Take this," he said,
producing a shilling. "Thank you for showing us about. We'll stay
a while longer and eat lunch here."

The boy pocketed the coin and withdrew, his face still a picture
of incredulous astonishment over the actions of this singular and
apparently insane group of excursionists. At last sight, he was
still slowly shaking his head and murmuring, "Lookin' at a
skylark!"

[Illustration: "LOOK, THERE IS A JERSEY COW AMONG THE CABBAGES."]