"Fly? Oh, I always dream I can fly! Can I really fly?" "Yes, Tom Tit, if you want to I will give you my place. The birdman promised to take me today and I will get him to take you instead." Tom Tit looked wonderingly and trustingly at Lucy. Mr. McRae smiled his approval. "It will be an experience my boy will remember all his life." "Spending the night at your home will be one we will remember always, too. It beat flying," and all of the wanderers agreed with her. Mr. Tom Smith was perfectly willing to take Tom Tit on a flight if he promised to sit still, which of course he did. The aeroplane was a great astonishment to him and the fact that the birdman could leave the bird and talk and walk filled him with awe. "We uns ain't never seen buzzards and eagles git out'n their wings, but then we uns ain't never been so clost to the big ones, the ones that sails way up in the clouds." When they landed after a rather longer flight than Tom Smith usually took the would-be flyers, Tom Tit's expression was that of one who has glimpsed the infinite. He said not a word for a moment after he found himself once more on terra firma, and then he turned to his old friend and whispered: "Oh, Spring-keeper, I have found so many things that I'll never be sad again." The Carters, of course, gave Mr. McRae a warm welcome. They could not do enough to express their gratitude for his kindness and hospitality to their young people. Mrs. Carter was graciousness itself to the old man, but looked rather askance at the queer figure of his companion. I wonder what she would have thought had she seen his pink calico trousers and his patched shirt that he considered so beautiful. Bobby, however, was drawn to him immediately and treated him just as though he had been another little boy who had come to see him. He took his new friend to see all of his bird houses and water wheels, and Tom Tit followed him about with adoration in his eyes. "We uns kin talk like you uns when we uns remembers," said Bobby. "We uns would like to talk like Spring-keeper but always forgits," sighed Tom Tit. "Spring-keeper used to talk just like we uns when he was little but he's got larnin' now." "We uns don't never want no larnin'," declared Bobby. "'Tain't no use. Josh wants to git larnin', too, but when he does he ain't goin' to be my bes' frien' no mo'. I'm a-goin' to be you bes' frien' then; I mean, we uns is." "What's a bes' frien'? We uns ain't never found one." "Oh, a bes' frien' is somebody you likes to be with all the time." "Oh, then Spring-keeper is a bes' frien'." "But he is an old man. A bes' frien' must be young." "Then we uns'll have to take the baby fox. Will that do?" "Oh, yes, that'll do if'n they ain't no boys around." "We uns will keep the baby fox for one of them things until Josh gits larnin' and then you kin be it," and Tom Tit laughed for joy. "Is you uns ever flew?" Tom Tit asked Bobby.