XV. 



Return to the cottage Two or three words about mammalia The stomach 

 of a chewer of the cud A well-applied mythological name Terror of 

 Dame Theresa Disgusting ! but a benefactor Uncle Bob releases a 

 criminal condemned to death. 



OUR friends had returned to the iun. Although the 

 clouds were still very threatening, they nevertheless 

 promised to leave an hour or two of fine weather, and 

 the doctor took advantage of this to order the horse 

 to be put to, pay the score, and start again, with a 

 smart trot, on the road back to Villers. 



The rain had not produced a deep mud, though it 

 had drenched the ground and laid the dust. And the 

 road now displayed itself in an ochreous-red colour, 

 while the foliage, washed and refreshed by the mois- 

 ture, had regained a greener tint. 



A few breezy gusts from time to time shook the 

 branches of the trees over the heads of our tourists, 

 sprinkling them as they passed with some drops of 

 cool water, and in the neighbouring marshes the 

 frogs, rejoicing in the renewed humidity, intoned a 

 triumphal croaking. 



