What wonder is it?
Nursed by Sara--always out with the cows or the sheep, and they say she thinks nothing of sleeping under a hedge, or out on the slopes, if any animal is sick and wants watching." Fani went out with a toss of her head, as the sweet voice came in through the little side window with the twittering of the swallows and the cluck, cluck of a happy brood hen.
Outside, Morva had forgotten all about Jos Hughes and Fani "bakkare's" sour looks, and was singing her heart out to the sunshine.
"Sing on, little swallows," she said, "and I'll sing too.

Sara taught me the 'bird song' long ago when I was a baby." And in a clear, sweet voice she joined the birds, and woke the echoes from the brown cliffs.

The tune was quaint and rapid; both it and the words had come down to her with the old folklore of generations passed away.
"Over the sea from the end of the wide world I've come without wetting my feet, my feet, my feet, Back to the old home, straight to the nest-home, Under the brown thatch, oh sweet! oh sweet! oh sweet! "When over the waters I flew in the autumn, Then there was plenty of seed, of seed, of seed.
Women have winnow'd it, threshers have garner'd it, Barns must be filled up indeed, indeed, indeed! "Are you glad we have come with a flitter and twitter Once more on the housetop to meet, to meet, to meet?
Make haste little primroses, cowslips, and daisies, we're Longing your faces to greet, to greet, to greet!" -- _Trans._ "Yes, that's what you are singing.

Good-bye," and waving her hand towards them again, she turned her face to the boggy moor, picking her way over the stepping-stones which led up to the dryer sheep paths.
The golden marsh marigolds glittered around her, the beautiful bog bean hung its pinky white fringe over the brown peat pools, the silky plumes of the cotton grass nodded at her as she passed, and the wind whispered in the rushes the secrets of the sea.
Morva listened with a smile, a brown finger up-raised.

"Yes, yes, I know what you are singing too down there in the rushes, sweet west wind," she said.