face and the fleece of keen hair thrust between the bars, and they raised their heads and swayed off, producing the long, can-canking, protesting noise of geese, rocking their ship-like, beautiful white bodies in a line beyond the gate.

“You're naughty, you're naughty,” cried Anna, tears of dismay and vexation in her eyes. And she stamped her slipper.

“Why, what are they doing?” said Brangwen.

“They won't let me come in,” she said, turning her flushed little face to him.

“Yi, they will. You can go in if you want to,” and he pushed open the gate for her.

She stood irresolute, looking at the group of bluey-white geese standing monumental under the grey, cold day.