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Bobs surprise, and wonder and delight, at all he saw became presentlytoo great for him to remain silent any longer or to keep his thoughts tohimself; so, affably forgetting his previous snub to his sister whenshe had wished to express her feelings, he jerked in his head assuddenly as he had popped it out the moment before. I say, Nell, isnt it jolly he exclaimed in eager accents. Justlook out with me and see how funny everything seems Why, that was what I wanted to speak of a little while ago, only youwouldnt listen to me, replied Nellie, more goodhumouredly than Bobwould have answered under the circumstances. It is nice, though, Imust say Nice indeed replied he indignantly. It is just like a girl to saythat. I call it jolly, nothing more nor less. Theres no other wordto express what a fellow feels; and I do wonder, Nell, at your puttingit so tamely The girl laughed out merrily at this; and her smiling face, wreathed indimples, expressed as much animation as her brother could have wished. Do forgive me, Bob, she cried. You are quite right. It is jolly, the fields flying by, the trees all jumping up when you least expectthem, the hills coming close, andeverything I have noticed them all;for, Ive been looking out, too, Master Observer, and have eyes likeyou, old chappie Ah, but you havent seen all that I have, said Bob, mollified byNellies sympathetic accord. Look at those little woolly lambs, there, frisking about, with their sedate old mothers standing by, watching thetrain with wondering eyes Yes, I see, I see, said she, interrupting him. What great big eyesthey have, to be sure I declare, too, I can hear them baa above allthe noise of the railway Just at that moment, the engine gave a shriek of its steamwhistle, which startled the sheep and lambkins, sending them scuttling over tothe other end of the field, in company with a number of skittish heifersand young colts, which kicked up their heels in such a funny way thatBob and Nellie both burst out laughing together in concert, in one burstas it were. Hullo, Nellie, look presently exclaimed Bob, who was the first torecover himself. All the horses have not run away. There is one oldfellow there, close to the line, who hasnt budged an inch. Perhaps hes the veteran of the field said Miss Nellie, ratherpoetically. Hes an old warhorse, maybe, who has heard too manyclanging trumpetcalls and guns fired to be upset by the mere noise ofan engine, which is only a bugbear to the ignorant. Bosh cried Bob, who did not believe much in sentiment, flummery hetermed it. Much more likely hes an old carthorse, and is as wellaccustomed to the row of the railroad as he is to the plough, and thatsthe reason he took no notice of us as we dashed by. See, hes only alittle dot in the distance now. They were running along at such a rate that every object which in turnpresented itself, first ahead of the train, then alongside and thenbehind, became speedily but a dot in the distance, to use Bobs wordsover again; the snugly secluded seats of the county gentry, thescattered villages and sparse redroofed farmhouses, with their outpostsof hayricks and herds of cattle and other stock, that one momentappeared and the next disappeared from view behind masses of foliage, all dancing a wild Sir Roger de Coverley sort of country dance, downthe valleys and over the hills, until poor Nellies eyes became quitedazed in watching them.

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Come over to the other window, Bob, she cried at length, turning roundand getting up from her seat, suiting the action to the words, or atleast trying to do so. Let us cross over, Bob. But, here a difficulty arose. An old gentleman, who was the only other occupant of the carriagebesides themselves, had dropped asleep over the newspaper which he hadbeen reading, letting this slide down on his knees while he stretchedout his legs right across the compartment, thus preventing Nellie fromcarrying out her intention. I cant get by, she whispered to Bob, who had also turned round fromhis window, and now giggled, grasping the situation. I cant get by What, what ejaculated the old gentleman, suddenly waking up andclutching hold of his paper, as if afraid that some one was going totake it from him. What, what did you say Strangely enough, although Bob and his sister had been talking quiteloudly before, nothing that they had said had roused their fellowpassenger until now, when, probably, Nellies hushed voice led to thisvery undesirable resultjust in the same way as a miller is said tosleep soundly amid all the clatter of the grinding wheels of his mill, his repose being only disturbed when the motion of the machinery stops. Poor Nellie hardly knew what to say now on the old gentleman, all atonce, sitting bolt upright and addressing her so unexpectedly.