The walk up that familiar lane recalled many a strange memory.

The bank whereon he had sat that eventful early morning was unchanged, and had lost all traces of Jonah's excavations.

The railway embankment he had half thought of helping to construct was already overgrown with grass, and thundered under the weight of trains every few minutes.
Ash Cottage had not changed a plank or a tile since he last saw it.
There were the same cracks in the wall of the shed, the same bushes on either side of the gate--nay, he was sure those wisps of hay clinging to the branches of the holly had been there two years ago.
As he walked somewhat doubtfully towards the house--for he could hardly forget under what circumstances he had last seen Farmer Rosher--he heard a boy's shout behind him, and looking round, perceived Freddy and Teddy giving chase.
"It _is_ Jeff!" shouted Freddy.

"I knew him a mile away." "I saw him first.

We knew you'd come back, Jeff; huzzah!" "That tricycle wants looking to awful bad.