, one of Ash, and one of Thorn.

'Bite these,' said he. 'Otherwise you might be talking at home of what
you've seen and heard, and--if I know human beings--they'd send for the
doctor. Bite!'

They bit hard, and found themselves walking side by side to the lower
gate. Their father was leaning over it.

'And how did your play go?' he asked.

'Oh, splendidly,' said Dan. 'Only afterwards, I think, we went to sleep.
It was very hot and quiet. Don't you remember, Una?'

Una shook her head and said nothing.

'I see,' said her father.

'Late--late in the evening Kilmeny came home,
For Kilmeny had been she could not tell where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare.

But why are you chewing leaves at your time of life, daughter? For fun?'

'No. It was for something, but I can't azactly remember,' said Una.

And neither of them could till--

A TREE SONG

_Of all the trees that grow so fair,_
_Old England to adorn,_
_Greater are none beneath the Sun,_
_Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn._
_Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good Sirs_
_(All of a Midsummer morn)!_
_Surely we sing no little thing,_
_In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!_

_Oak of the Clay lived many a day,_
_Or ever AEneas began;_
_Ash of the Loam was a lady at home,_
_When Brut was an outlaw man;_
_Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town_
_(From which was London born);_
_Witness hereby the ancientry_
_Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!_

_Yew that is old in churchyard mould,_
_He breedeth a mighty bow;_
_Alder for shoes do wise men choose,_
_And beech for cups also._
_But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,_
_And your shoes are clean outworn,_
_Back ye must speed for all that ye need,_
_To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!_

_Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth_
_Till every gust be laid,_
_To drop a limb on the head of him,_
_That anyway trusts her shade_
_But whether a lad be sober or sad,_
_Or mellow with ale from the horn,_
_He will take no wrong when he lieth along_
_'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!_

_Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight,_
_Or he would call it a sin;_
_But--we have been out in the woods all night_
_A-conjuring Summer in!_
_And we bring you news by word of mouth--_
_Good news for cattle and corn--_
_Now is the Sun come up from the South,_
_With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!_

_Sing Oak, and Ash,