" "It would have come back though," he said with a
gruff laugh. "It might'nt have," returned Judy. "But look; it's
awfully beautiful!" They examined it for a moment, all five of them,
and then Judy set it down carefully in the ditch and watched it march
away towards the safer hedge.
It was a pleasant walk home, all together; they took the short cut
across the fields; the world was covered with flowers, birds were
singing, the air was fresh and sweet and the delicious sunlight not
uncomfortably hot. Tim ran everywhere, exploring eagerly like a dog,
and, also like a dog, doubling the journey's length. He whistled to
himself; from time to time he came back to report results of his
discoveries. He was full of energy. Judy behaved in a similar manner,
dancing in circles to make her hair and dress fly out; she sang bits
of the hymn-tunes that she liked, taking the tune but fitting words of
her own upon it. Maria was carried over two fields and a half; the
down-hill parts she walked, however. She kept everybody waiting. They
could not leave her. She contrived to make herself the centre of the
party. Stumper and Uncle Felix brought up the rear, talking together
"about things," and whirling their sticks in the air as though it
helped them forward somehow.
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