The Lapwing 



CHAPTER XVIII 



Back to the West Country 



My object gained, I quitted the little Hampshire village 

 the richer for three prized memories: first and best was 

 that of the people I had been staying with in their 

 cottage; next in order of merit, the image of those 

 little feathered fairies in a vocal rage; and last, that of 

 five white or cream-coloured cows issuing from some 

 small or cottage farm at the side of the heath, driven 

 or followed by a young woman to their daily grazing- 

 place on some distant part of the moor. Every morning 

 they appeared from among the green foliage of trees 



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