Within the coach the passengers opened the windows, and stuck their
heads out to listen to the merry singing.

Rico started off afresh, and the students also. They divided the song
into solos and chorus; and the solo sang very solemnly,--

"And one lake, like another, From water is made."

And then again,--

"And because they forgot it,
It hurt not a bit."

And the chorus took it up with,--

"And the lambkins, and the lambkins."

Then they laughed so that they were almost dead, and were forced to be
still for very fatigue and want of breath.

Presently the driver stopped, for it was time for the horses to rest,
and also dinner-time. While the good man helped Rico down, he held the
little fellow's cap firmly for him, for it had a lot of money in it, and
the boy was busy enough with holding his fiddle carefully.

The coachman was perfectly delighted when he saw the money, and
said, as he gave Rico the cap, "That is first rate; now you can have
a good dinner."