“Another example of love and rhythm was when they went to say good-bye to the hen and chickens, and kept on repeating ‘Good-bye, good-bye’ all together, nodding their heads at the same time.

“I did not know if I should have let them do so much, but I was not sure that we should be allowed to come back and I wanted them to enjoy the garden.

“Wednesday.—­First we watered the lettuces we had transplanted, and transplanted more.  Then, as we had permission to come again, we took some of our lettuces to the chickens.  We saw the mother hen with one wing spread right out, and the children were much surprised to see how large it was.  We looked at the roses, and saw how the bud of yesterday was full blown to-day.  The children again ran down and rolled down the bank, and had turns in the hammock, this time to the rhythm of “Margery Daw” sung twice through, and then counting up to twenty.  Very often they went to watch the trains.  Cecil is particularly interested in them, and wanted to know how long was the time between.  He said three minutes, I guessed nine, but we found they were irregular.  In the intervals while waiting for a train to pass, we played a ‘listening’ game, listening to what sounds we could hear.  A thrush came and sang right over our heads, so the listening was concentrated on his song, and we tried to say what we thought he meant to say.  One child said, ’He says, “Come here, come here,"’ but they found this too difficult.  We also watched a boy cleaning the station windows, and Dorothy said, ’Miss Beer, isn’t it wonderful that you can see through glass?’ I agreed, but made no other remark because I did not know what to say.

“We rested outside to-day under an almond tree.  I pointed out how pretty the sky looked when you only saw it peeping through the leaves.  After rest the children noticed feathery grasses, and spent the rest of the morning gathering them.  I suggested that they should see how many kinds they could find.  They found three, but were not enthusiastic about it, being content just to pluck, but they were delighted when they found specially long and beautiful grasses hidden deep under a leafy bush.  They also found clover leaves, and I told them its name and sang to them the verse from ‘The Bee,’ with ’The sweet-smelling clover, he, humming, hangs over.’

“Thursday.—­Brushed and dusted the room, gave fresh water to the flowers, and then went to gardening.  The children were delighted to find ladybirds on the lettuces they were transplanting, and we also noticed how the cherries were ripening.

“They joined the Transition Class for games.  Later, while playing with the sand, Cecil made a discovery.  He said, ’Miss Beer, do you know, I know what sand is, it’s little tiny tiny stones.’”