Wait till tomorrow . It wo n't be long . Remember , you 've been playing Lays of Ancient Rome . ' And as soon as they had scrambled through their gap where Oak , Ash , and Thorn grew , that was all they remembered . A SONG TO MITHRAS Mithras , God of the Morning , our trumpets waken the Wall ! ` Rome is above the Nations , but Thou art over all ! ' Now as the names are answered , and the guards are marched away , Mithras , also a soldier , give us strength for the day ! Mithras , God of the Noontide , the heather swims in the heat , Our helmets scorch our foreheads , our sandals burn our feet . Now in the ungirt hour ; now ere we blink and drowse , Mithras , also a soldier , keep us true to our vows ! Mithras , God of the Sunset , low on the Western main , Thou descending immortal , immortal to rise again ! Now when the watch is ended , now when the wine is drawn , Mithras , also a soldier , keep us pure till the dawn ! Mithras , God of the Midnight , here where the great bull dies , Look on Thy children in darkness . Oh , take our sacrifice ! Many roads Thou hast fashioned : all of them lead to the Light ! Mithras , also a soldier , teach us to die aright ! THE WINGED HATS The next day happened to be what they called a Wild Afternoon . Father and Mother went out to pay calls ; Miss Blake went for a ride on her bicycle , and they were left all alone till eight o'clock . When they had seen their dear parents and their dear preceptress politely off the premises they got a cabbage-leaf full of raspberries from the gardener , and a Wild Tea from Ellen . They ate the raspberries to prevent their squashing , and they meant to divide the cabbage-leaf with Three Cows down at the Theatre , but they came across a dead hedgehog which they simply had to bury , and the leaf was too useful to waste . Then they went on to the Forge and found old Hobden the hedger at home with his son , the Bee Boy , who is not quite right in his head , but who can pick up swarms of bees in his naked hands ; and the Bee Boy told them the rhyme about the slow-worm : -- ` If I had eyes as I could see , No mortal man would trouble me . '
They all had tea together by the hives , and XXXXX said the loaf-cake which Ellen had given them was almost as good as what his wife used to make , and he showed them how to set a wire at the right height for hares .
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