ing them as they crawled in and out of the hooded flowers, and observed how their little legs were heavy with balls of the golden honey-dust. Then he picked a huge heap of blackberries, warm with the sun, and sat down on a grassy bank to eat them. He was still eating when Cael came along and said to him:
"That mud-covered coat of yours is tailless now, Carle. Twenty or thirty miles back I noticed one piece tangled in a bush, and some miles beyond that again I saw another piece hanging from an oak-branch."
"Is it my coat-tails gone?" the Carle inquired, jumping up and examining his coat. "Now surely I must go back to find them; it would not be decent for me to enter Fionn's presence with only half a coat on. The proper and just thing for you to do in this case will be to wait here for me until I return with them. You will still find a few blackberries left, I believe."
"You must think me very foolish indeed if you imagine I will do anything of the kind," Cael replied, with the utmost scorn. "Let me tell you, Carle, that it wasn't in the last
