"Are you tired, Juliet?" she asked kindly.
"Well, we shall soon be home now."
"It don't matter," said the child; "I'm 'most always tired."
They went through some pasture-fields where cows lay about quiet and happy, and through corn-fields where green wheat and barley rustled in the evening breeze.
"You're right," muttered Juliet; "it ain't all churchyard, 'cause they don't have cows and green flowers in churchyards."
"Do you like the country, my dear?"
"I don't know yet. I ain't seen any shops, nor any mutton-chops."
"Well, you shall see them all by and by. Now we are going through a farmyard, where you will see cocks and hens, and perhaps some little pigs."
But before they had time to look for either pigs or poultry they heard a succession of alternate fierce growls and short shrieks, and both Mrs. Rowles and Juliet stopped short.