voice went up and up against them, and the birds replied with wild animation.

‘Here’s Rupert!’ shouted Gerald in the midst of the din. He was suffering badly, being very sensitive in the ear.

‘O-o-h them birds, they won’t let you speak — !’ shrilled the labourer’s wife in disgust. ‘I’ll cover them up.’

And she darted here and there, throwing a duster, an apron, a towel, a table-cloth over the cages of the birds.

‘Now will you stop it, and let a body speak for your row,’ she said, still in a voice that was too high.

The party watched her. Soon the cages were covered, they had a strange funereal look.