"It is your turn to do the next kissing, Dick," said Jimmy.
"All right," replied Dick cheerfully.
The cottages lay at some little distance apart, and they visited them all in turn, but with the like ill success. Then, as they were thinking of giving it up as a bad job, they espied another small cottage in a little hollow, by a well.
"Let us try this, for the last one," said Frank.
"Very well," said Jimmy "but pray, don't ask for any more to drink. I have the best intentions in the world, but I really cannot find room for any more."
Beside the cottage was a silvery-haired old man, mending a broken paling. Frank went straight at it this time.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, sir," replied the man, touching his hat.
"Have you ever seen any bustards' eggs?"
"Yes, sir, I have two in the house. Would you like to see them?"