"And do they?" questioned Josephine eagerly.
"Oh, yes! Of course some do not know the words, but those who do enjoy to sing with me. And then every one joins in singing 'God save the King.'"
After tea a move was made into the front sitting-room, and shortly afterwards the visitors rose to leave. Their governess said she would go part way home with them, and accompanied them as far as Tor hill, where she turned back.
"I used to think I could never like Miss Cummings," May said gravely, as she and Josephine walked on towards the Glen; "but, do you know, I believe I'm getting quite fond of her? I've found out since the war began how really kindhearted she is. See how she's helped us with our work for the poor Belgians, and the soldiers! And it's kind of her to sing at the hospital, isn't it?—especially as she's rather a shy sort of person? Oh, here comes Donald to meet us! Oh, I wonder if he will ever be able to walk better than that? It's dreadful to think he will always be lame!"
"Here you are at last!" was Donald's greeting.
"At last?" echoed May. "Why, it isn't late! We've had tea with Miss Cummings and her mother. Aunt Ann said we might."
"I came to meet you to warn you that there's a bull straying about the lanes somewhere," the boy said; "I knew you'd be scared if you met him."
"I should think so!" cried May, who was afraid of all horned cattle, even cows. "But how do you know?"
"I was standing at the garden gate when a boy came along and told me," Donald explained; "he said it was Farmer Bond's bull, and that the farmer and several men were searching for him. He broke out of a meadow, it seems."
"Oh, let us get home as soon as we can!" cried May nervously. She had turned pale and was all of a shake. "I know Farmer Bond's bull is a savage one!" she added.