nducted them to her pigeon-house, where every thing was
clean and wholesome. There were some so young that they were unable to
fly; some of the mothers sitting on their eggs, and others employed in
feeding their young. From the pigeon-house, they proceeded to the
bee-hive: but Mrs. Harris took care that they should not go too near
them, for fear of being stung.

Most of these sights being new to the children, they seemed highly
pleased with them, and were even going to take a second survey of them,
when the farmer's youngest son came to inform them that dinner was
ready. They ate off pewter, and drank out of Delft ware; but Robert and
Arthur, finding themselves so well pleased with their morning-walk,
dared not to indulge themselves in ill-natured observations. Mrs.
Harris, indeed, had spared neither pains nor attention to produce every
thing in the best manner she was able.

Sir John, after dinner, perceiving two fiddles hang up against the wall,
asked who played on those instruments. The farmer answered, he and his
son; and, without saying a word more, he made a sign to his son Luke to
take down the fiddles. They by turns played some old tunes, with which
Sir John seemed highly pleased. As they were going to hang up the
instruments, Sir John desired his two sons to play some of their best
tunes, putting the fiddles into their hands: but they knew not even how
to hold the bow, and their confusion occasioned a general laugh.

Sir John, now thinking it high time to return home, desired the farmer
to order the carriage. Farmer Harris strongly pressed Sir John to stay
all night, but the farmer was at last obliged to submit to Sir John's
excuses.

On his return home, he asked his son Robert how he had liked his
entertainment; and what he should have thought of the farmer, if he had
taken no pains to entertain them. He replied, that he liked his
entertainment; but had he not taken pains to accommodate them, he should
have thought him an unmannerly clown. "Ah, Robert! Robert!" said Sir
John, "this honest man came to our house, and, instead of offering him
any refreshment, you made game of him. Which, then, is the best bred,
you or the farmer?"

Robert blushed, and seemed at a loss what answer to make; but at length
replied, that it was his duty to receive them well, as he got his living
off their lands. "That is true," answered Sir John, "but it may be
easily seen who draws the greatest profit from my lands, the farmer o