Well, good-day." Mrs.Slater looked after him affectionately.

"Pore feller; and yet I dare say he makes a pretty hit of it if all was known." Henry sighed.

The birds were flown again.

He was left with the blue-flecked sky and the grey houses that stood around the gardens like beasts about a water-pool.

The sun (a red disc) peered over their shoulders.