She said a good deal more than that. Amos had heard much of it before, but somehow it sounded differently repeated by this girl with laughing lips and shining eyes, and with now and then a touch of only half-conscious scorn for the eyes that would not see and the hands that did not care to seize the chances for which others were eager to strive. Amos had not much to say as they rose and turned homewards. By-and-by they stopped to rest, leaning for a little on the crooked fence on the brow of the hill, from which more than one tree-shaded town could be seen, and many cultivated fields and rough pastures, and broken stretches of woodland, with the light of a wonderful sunset lying on them all. It was a fair scene, suggestive of peace and plenty and contentment; and, looking on it, Fidelia lifted up her voice and sang-- "My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty--Of thee I sing!" and so on to the end. Amos looked up amazed, and at the second verse struck in a true boy's second. So did Ned; and even Franky, climbing up to the top rail of the fence, tuned his shrill pipe with the rest. Of course they sang "My Country" to the tune which belongs to it--a tune which with these words, and with other words, has stirred and thrilled patriotic breasts on both sides of the sea for many a year and day. Fidelia and the Austin boys called it "America," but on the other side of the sea it is called "God save the Queen." They sang it there on the hill-top, with all their hearts. Then they sang "The Star-spangled Banner" and "Hail! Columbia!" as they took their way through field and wood; and more besides, till tired old ladies, rocking themselves in their chairs and taking their rest at open doors caught the sound and smiled; and boys and girls, milking their cows in pasture corners, paused in their work to listen. Tired? That was the very last thing they were thinking of as they passed the south porch, on their way to the kitchen with their fish. Fidelia nodded and smiled to the party sitting there, waiting to be called to tea, but passed on to the kitchen with the boys, where the fish was displayed to the admiring eyes of cousin Abby and the doctor. "And so Miss Fidelia did not scare away the fishes, as girls generally do?" said cousin Abby. "I guess she didn't. I tell you, she knows how!" said Ned. "She's first-rate," said Frank. Fidelia laughed--"I have had a good time. I should like to go again some day." "And why should you not? And Nellie shall go next time. I don't believe she has had so good a time at home," said the doctor, as his daughter came in. "Oh, yes, I have had a pretty good time! But I should like to go fishing with the boys and Fidelia next time. You feel better, don't you, Fie?" said Nellie, as they went upstairs together; and her friend assured her that the day's tramp with the boys had done her good.