Well, after Freda and Max and all the others had walked for some miles, they came to the farm. It stood at the foot of a high hill, and quite near to the river.
Max said how jolly it would be to jump out of bed in the mornings and fish for trout for breakfast.
Uncle Jim saw the farmer, who gave each of them a glass of milk to drink. It was fresh from the cow and still warm. They all sat down on the grass before the house to drink it.
The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, and Freda said it would be lovely to sit there for ever and ever.
Max said he did not think so. He wanted to go fishing some day like Uncle Jim.
But Freda said, "Of course, Max is only a boy."
I am afraid these two children would have begun to quarrel there and then, had not Uncle Jim cried out,—