114 A DAY BY THE SEA. 
end, while the rooks called him low names 
from afar, but desisted at sight of a prawner— 
himself more than half mud—emptying his 
net of an assortment of living things that he 
did not want. 
Him they followed for the rest of that day, 
much as they were used to follow the plough. 
And when the sun began to turn red in the 
face, and the peewits rose one by one and 
beat ‘down ’-wards, and the tide came up and 
covered the flats with little, jade-green, lisping 
waves, it was two very full rooks that soared 
slowly homewards above the still elms, to dis- 
cuss, and to bed. 
