Well, Dick, plenty of sport to-day ?" "Dave got plenty of pie-wipes' eggs, father.

I didn't find many." "Got enough to give Mr Marston a few ?" "Oh, yes, plenty for that! What time's he coming ?" "About eight, I should think.

He's coming along the river bank after his men have done." "And going back, father ?" "Oh no! he'll sleep here to-night." The squire went out to have his customary look round the farmstead before settling down for the night, and Dick followed him.

The thrushes were piping; sounds of ducks feeding out in the fen came off the water, and here and there a great shadowy-looking bird could be seen flapping its way over the desolate waste, but everywhere there was the feeling of returning spring in the air, and the light was lingering well in the west, making the planet in the east look pale and wan.
Everything seemed to be all right.

There was a loud muttering among the fowls at roost.