Mrs. Laurence gave the children a piece of white honey-comb on a plate, for their grandmamma.
‘Grandmamma has some from her own bees,’ said Alice.
‘I know she has; but my honey has a different taste, for my bees gather their honey from Mutter’s Moor, where there is so much heath and broom, and heath honey is reckoned the best.’
‘I will ask grandmamma to give me some of hers, for hers is very good. Her bees get their honey from her garden flowers, grandmamma says, and from the lime trees.’
Mary put on their cloaks, and told them that their grandmamma had sent two donkeys for them to ride home on; for the farm was rather a long way off their home.
Alice and Beatrice were very glad, because they liked to ride very much, and besides they began to feel tired.
The little girls shook hands with, and bade Mrs. Laurence and Ellen good-bye, and were lifted on to their donkeys; and Mary walked by the side of Beatrice’s donkey, and held her donkey’s bridle, and thus they reached their own pretty home on the hill, and found grandmamma waiting for them at the door.
Alice and Beatrice told grandmamma about everything they had seen and done, and were soon glad to go to bed.
