COLLINS'S PEOPLE They resumed their journey the next morning, a little depressed in spirits, for the end was so near.

It was now Monday, and they had to be home again--that is to say, in their home without wheels--to-morrow night, and the thought was not exhilarating.

Moreover, as Robert's compass only too plainly showed, they were now for the first time since they started moving due east, or towards Chiswick, instead of away from it, as theretofore.
Holidays of a fortnight always go faster in the second week than the first; but the last two days absolutely fly.
They were now bound for Faringdon through Fairford; and the night--the last night--was to be spent, if possible, on the farm of Collins's brother, near Lechlade.
At Fairford they had their lunch and explored the church, which is one of the most remarkable in England.

It was built, they learned from Robert's "Road Book," by a rich merchant in the reign of Henry VII.
named John Tame.

Being something of a privateer too, he had the good fortune to capture a vessel on its way from Belgium to Italy laden with stained glass, and, having secured this booty, he erected the church in order to make use of it.
Horace admired this story immensely, and set John Tame with his other heroes--Raffles and Robin Hood--forthwith.
Then came the hunt for Lycett's Farm, where Collins's people now lived, of which they knew no more than that Lechlade was the postal address.
It might be this side of Lechlade, and it might be far on the other.
Collins had had the map placed before her, but could make nothing of it.