water without feeling a movement, and the only sound to be heard was the song of the birds, the swish of the water against the boat, and the tinkle of bells around the horses' necks.
Here and there the water seemed quite black, as though it was of great depth; in other parts it was as clear as crystal and we could see the shiny pebbles and velvety grass below.
I was gazing down into the water when I heard some one call my name. It was Arthur. He was being carried out on his board.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, "better than in the field?"
I told him that I had, after I had politely spoken to Mrs. Milligan.
"And the dogs?" asked Arthur.
I called to them; they came running up with Pretty-Heart; the latter making grimaces as he usually did when he thought that we were going to give a performance.
Mrs. Milligan had placed her son in the shade and had taken a seat beside him.
"Now," she said to me, "you must take the dogs and the monkey away; we are going to work."
I went with the animals to the front of the boat.
What work could that poor little boy do?
I looked round and saw that his mother was making him repeat a lesson from a book she held in her hand. He seemed to be having great difficulty in mastering it, but his mother was very patient.
