But now, who can scramble over that gate ?" For the gate at the other end of the garden was locked, and as the gardener couldn't be found, everybody had to scramble over, mother included.

However, Mr.Norton helped them all over, and then they found themselves on a path running along the green mountain side.

On they went, through pretty bits of steep hay-fields, where the grass seemed all clover and moon-daisies, till presently they came upon a small hunched-up house, with a number of sheds on one side of it and a kitchen-garden in front.

This was Uncle Richard's farm; a very tiny farm, where a man called John Backhouse lived, with his wife and two little girls and a baby-boy.

Except just in the hay-time, John Backhouse had no men to help him, and he and his wife had to do all the work, to look after the sheep, and the cows, the pigs, the horse, and the chickens, to manage the garden and the hayfield, and to take the butter and milk to the people who wanted to buy it.