A Rally 
father from the big house at Farnborough Hill 
about half a mile away. They brought, an 
urgent message that there was some hay going 
wrong somewhere. Probably their father had 
smelt it in the night. At any rate something was 
wrong, somewhere; they could assure Mr. 
Smith of that, although they couldn’t say where. 
“Come along with me,” said Mr. Smith, 
“and I'll show you the rick.” 
“Why!” they exclaimed, ‘“‘ however did you 
know where it is?” 
“If you was to make one yourselves,” Mr. 
Smith answered, “and try to sleep afterwards, 
you'd very soon find out how anybody knows.” 
Exo 
