"Hark!" said Mr. Leonard. "That is the thrush."
They listened until the song was ended.
"What a lovely walk we have had!" said Susie. "I'm not a bit tired. Are you, mother?"
"Well, a little," said Mrs. Leonard, "but we never had a more delightful afternoon. Thank you, dear," as Frank brought an easy-chair from the house to the porch for her. "Now I shall be rested in a few minutes."
"Let me put your flowers in water with mine, mother," said Susie.
"Tell Jane to bring our supper out here," said Mrs. Leonard. "It is too pleasant to go in the house."
"And tell her to be quick about it," said Donald. "I'm starving!"
"As hungry as a sparrow," said Uncle Robert, smiling.
While they were eating, the twilight came on.
"Listen!" whispered Frank, as a queer, clucking sound was heard among the bushes. Then came the cry: