CH. IV,] A Weary Walk Home. 8i 



twopence each comes to twelve and two- 

 pence — not such a bad day's work ; and, Jack, 

 you shall have a hot supper to-night ; and oh, 

 you dogs, you dogs, think of the supper I 

 will give you ! Bones with lots of meat on, 

 oatmeal and such soup ! Think of it, dogs ! 

 think of it ! And so the work ends, and all 

 are happy and contented. 



Three miles down turning twisting lanes 

 to reach home, Grindum and I first, then 

 Jack, and the rear brought up by the long 

 and now a little drooping tail of Tinker. 

 All have had enough ; even the volatile 

 young Pepper trots slowly, and therefore 

 looks ever so much more business-like. 



Before we start the shades are falling, and 

 as we trudge along nature's evening vespers 

 speak of the closing day. Workmen sitting 

 sideways on quiet harnessed cart-horses stump 

 past with a friendly " Good night, neighbour, 

 good night 1 " Women with children in "go- 



