So our plans were made, and I looked forward to spending the morrow in the budding woods. Thady was to be our guide, but no eggs were to be taken. This was a matter of mortification to Thady. "Sure," he said, on another occasion, "I thought I would have made the little lady, this year, the prettiest necklace that ever was strung, fine and rare, for the May dance; and," he added, "yer leddyship must not forget that I have eaten of Miss Bess's blue egg, and so glad I would be to show her a bit of favour." However, I succeeded in making Thady give up the project of robbing the nests, by begging him to make me a whistle, which, as my little daughter declares, is a thing that might be useful to everybody--"to a lady, to a bishop, or even to a Member of Parliament." The next day was a day of glorious sunshine--gay and pure--one of those rare sweet days in spring, when it does not seem possible for "rain, or hail, or any evil thing to fall." Little Hals, to our joy, came over without governess or maid, only what Bess calls "under his own care," which she declared was best, because there was then no need to be naughty; and Miss Weldon, to the joy of all, vanished for the day to Shrewsbury; so, to quote my little girl, "all seemed happy, and everything just pure fun." As the old church clock struck eleven we started. The groom boy, Fred, led Jill, the Stretton pony, bearing a basket strapped on a saddle, which contained a simple luncheon, and off we went into the woods. [Sidenote: AWAY TO THE EDGE WOOD] We started gaily; there were no trains to catch--always a subject of congratulation--and we only left word that we should be back for tea. It was true that old Nana had black prognostications about what "that villain Thady would do" (for since Thady was cured, her kindly interest in him had ceased). But I laughed at her fears. "Nan," I cried out as we left, "we will all take care of ourselves, and even Jill shall come back safe and sound." We walked along the town, Bess and Hals running in front, hand-in-hand, and Thady and I following leisurely behind. In a few minutes we had left the town behind us and were wandering up a lane, cut in the lime rock, bordered with yews in places, and between high hedgerows. Hals begged that we might begin to bird-nest at once; but Thady, who was master of the ceremonies, shook his head. "Best wait, begorra, for the Edge Wood, sir," he exclaimed; "that's the mightiest place in the county for all that wears feathers."