I should say tha'd gone up five pound this week Mester Colin--five on 'em!" Colin was looking across the garden at something attracting his attention and his expression had become a startled one.
"Who is coming in here ?" he said quickly.

"Who is it ?" The door in the ivied wall had been pushed gently open and a woman had entered.

She had come in with the last line of their song and she had stood still listening and looking at them.

With the ivy behind her, the sunlight drifting through the trees and dappling her long blue cloak, and her nice fresh face smiling across the greenery she was rather like a softly colored illustration in one of Colin's books.

She had wonderful affectionate eyes which seemed to take everything in--all of them, even Ben Weatherstaff and the "creatures" and every flower that was in bloom.