d,_
_You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said._
_If they call you 'pretty maid,' and chuck you 'neath the chin,_
_Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been!_

_Knocks and footsteps round the house--whistles after dark--_
_You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark._
Trusty's _here, and_ Pincher's _here, and see how dumb they lie--_
_They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!_

_If you do as you've been told, likely there's a chance,_
_You'll be give a dainty doll, all the way from France,_
_With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood--_
_A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good!_

_Five and twenty ponies,_
_Trotting through the Park--_
_Brandy for the Parson,_
_'Baccy for the Clerk._

_Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie._
_Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!_

'DYMCHURCH FLIT'

THE BEE BOY'S SONG

Bees! Bees! Hark to the Bees!
'Hide from your neighbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened to _us_ you must tell!
Or else we will give you no honey to sell.'

_A maiden in her glory,_
_Upon her wedding-day,_
_Must tell her Bees the story,_
_Or else they'll fly away._
_Fly away--die away--_
_Dwindle down and leave you!_
_But if you don't deceive your Bees,_
_Your Bees will not deceive you!--_

_Marriage, birth or buryin',_
_News across the seas,_
_All you're sad or merry in,_
_You must tell the Bees._
_Tell 'em coming in an' out,_
_Where the Fanners fan,_
_'Cause the Bees are justabout_
_As curious as a man!_

_Don't you wait where trees are,_
_When the lightnings play;_
_Nor don't you hate where Bees are,_
_Or else they'll pine away._
_Pine away--dwine away--_
_Anything to leave you!_
_But if you never grieve your Bees,_
_Your Bees'll never grieve you._

'DYMCHURCH FLIT'

Just at dusk, a soft September rain began to fall on the hop-pickers. The
mothers wheeled the bouncing perambulators out of the gardens; bins were
put away, and tally-books made up. The young couples strolled home, two to
each umbrella, and the single men walked behind them laughing. Dan and
Una, who had been picking after their lessons, marched off to roast
potatoes at the oast-