ad, his stiff arms kept the
children propped against the bank. But just at the turning of the
tide the one with the ankle-weight slipped and was drowned.
The other was found next morning by the inland people, high and dry.
And some _do_ say," Taffy wound up, "that his brother was not really
drowned, but turned into a bird, and that, though no one has seen
him, it is his voice that gives the '_crake_,' imitating the sound
made by John's heart when it burst; but others say it comes from John
himself, down there below the sands."

There was silence for a minute. Even Honoria had grown excited
toward the end.

"But it was unfair!" she broke out. "It ought to have been the
convict-child that was saved."

"If so, I shouldn't be here," said George; "and it's not very nice of
you to say it."

"I don't care. It was unfair; and anyone but a boy "--with scorn--"
would see it." She turned upon the staring Taffy--"I hate your tale;
it was horrid."

She repeated it, that evening, as they turned their faces homeward
across the heathery moor. Taffy had halted on the top of a hillock
to wave good-night to George. For years he remembered the scene--the
brown hollow of the hills; the clear evening sky, with the faint
purple arch, which is the shadow of the world, climbing higher and
higher upon it; and his own shadow stretching back with his heart
toward George, who stood fronting the level rays and waved his
glittering catch of fish.

"What was that you said?" he asked, when at length he tore himself
away and caught up with Honoria.

"That was a horrid story you told. It spoiled my afternoon, and I'll
trouble you not to tell any more of the sort."

CHAPTER XI.

LIZZIE REDEEMS HER DOLL AND HONORIA THROWS A STONE.

A broad terrace ran along the southern front of Tredinnis House.
It had once been decorated with leaden statues, but of these only the
pedestals remained.

Honoria, perched on the terraced wall, with her legs dangling, was
making imaginary casts with a trout-rod, when she heard footsteps. A
child came timidly round the angle of the big house--Lizzie Pezzack.

"Hullo! What do you want?"

"If you please, miss--"

"Well?"

"If you please, miss--"

"You've said that twice."

Lizzie held out a grubby palm with a half-crown in it: "I wants my
doll back, if you please, miss."

"But you sold it."

"I didn't mean to. You took me so sudden."

"I gave you ever so much more than it was worth.