She looked
extraordinarily mystified, and I explained that the Bank's country
branches are the only ones where gold is still to be had.
* * * * *
She and an empty milk-can and I were all that got out at the little
station in the hills. However, a cuckoo introduced himself boldly by
name. He seemed so near he might have been in the booking-office. But
the booking-office was deserted.
"There can't possibly be a bank in this out-of-the-world place," she
protested.
"Patience," I replied, leading her down a steep path between high thick
hedges to a small gateway. Through this we went, and I heard her draw in
her breath.
From our feet, as it seemed, up to the blue sky itself, one golden
glowing bank of buttercups and cowslips... and cowslips. It was almost
like trying to gaze at the noonday sun.
"There," I crowed, "you will be able to get all the gold you want. Did I
not say, 'I know a bank'?"
She did a curious thing. She put her arms round my neck and kissed me.
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