'I do like you, Oswald.'

She is not a bad little kid; and Oswald felt it was his duty to be
nice to her because she was a visitor. Then we looked all over
everything. It was a glorious place. You did not know where to
begin. We were all a little tired before we found the hayloft, but
we pulled ourselves together to make a fort with the trusses of
hay--great square things--and we were having a jolly good time, all
of us, when suddenly a trap-door opened and a head bobbed up with
a straw in its mouth. We knew nothing about the country then, and
the head really did scare us rather, though, of course, we found
out directly that the feet belonging to it were standing on the bar
of the loose-box underneath. The head said--

'Don't you let the governor catch you a-spoiling of that there hay,
that's all.' And it spoke thickly because of the straw.

It is strange to think how ignorant you were in the past. We can
hardly believe now that once we really did not know that it spoiled
hay to mess about with it. Horses don't like to eat it afterwards.

Always remember this.

When the head had explained a little more it went away, and we
turned the handle of the chaff-cutting machine, and nobody got
hurt, though the head HAD said we should cut our fingers off if we
touched it.

And then we sat down on the floor, which is dirty with the nice
clean dirt that is more than half chopped hay, and those there was