he rising moon. She could not sleep. Knowing that s
ed to her from the attic window behind which Dr. Hansombody so often s
ipio in his cupboard-bedroom under the stairs. She raised the window-
aught a murmur of voices-of voices and happy subdued laughter. The
morrow, too, if the Vicar and the Major were right in their calculations, would usher in
oft plash of oars, the creak of thole-pins, the girls' voices in hushed chorus practising the simple native harmonies they
ite, and let
is a-come
re going we will
y merry mor
ster-, and j
is a-come
e bride lays her
y merry mor
rd fell distinct on her ear as the boa
ess-, all in yo
is a-come
ody under as w
y merry mor
e song came back to her now, but memory supplied the wo
ess Marty, all
is a-come
be spread with th
y merry mor
maidens that her
is a-come
he meadows the f
y merry mor
that kept Miss Marty lingering awhile wit
Miss M
odesty took alarm. What possessed her to be standing here exposed, and exposing the interior of her lighted bed-chamber to view
Miss M
ment's hesitation she craned ou
s Ma
you doing there at
try-
at do I want
ver can
e by the Maj
ered Cai Tam
et me beg you to speak more
r the stairs, this here town's as empty as my hat. Well, a man can but die
town
tipathy for the post-mistress. He alleged no reason for it, save that she wore moustaches, which was no r
where
nd you, I don't propose no gallivantin'; but there's safety in number
at fool
he first mentioned it. 'What foolishness,' I said, 'at her time o
th a glance down the dark street. "H
Mr. Tamblyn somewhat ostentatiou
going to frig
, m
iver would be very pleasant. If,
, mi
bring
nch come, they might think o
bore a lantern-tiptoed down the street to the Broad Slip
e to the street that the vessels it berthed were forced to take in their bowsprits to allow the pack-horse traffic to pass. On its sou
took her seat. Cai directed Scipio to sit amidships, pushed
towards the dark longshore houses, "you don't often see nor hear about outs
rqueterie, and containing the Major's priceless eggshell china. To be sure, if the French landed, she-weak
have succeeded in their enterprise. It seemed to me
bts about 'em, for they're a hair-triggered lot, the Troy Gallants. No
who for some reason seldom or never spoke in Cai's company)- "your maste
d up on the wind o' vanity. I've a-read my Bible plumb down to the forbidden books thereof, and there's a story in it called Bel and th
dreadful
said Cai, stoutly. "I thinks
a mile farther, where the dark river bent around Wiseman's Stone, he so far relaxed as to rest on his oar
ht, too! I
and glanced upward. "'Tis much as ever. The sky's palin' already, and we'll not reach Lerryn by sunrise. I think,
re, up by a hazel-choked path to a meadow above, and there, solemnly thrusting her hands into the lush grass, turned to the east
foreshore again in the ghostly light. "You can't have stayed to dabble
ces of the singers came borne down the river; and aga
our town, they m
is a-comin'
lt a ship and have
y merry mor
hers were awake, and the woodlands nigh, and the tide began to gather force as it neared the narrower winding channel. To enter this they skirted a mud-flat, where the day, breaking over the tree-tops and through the
escended upon the incongruous top-hat and gold-laced livery of Scipio, touched with the morning sunshine. She glanced around her and motioned to Ca
as she stepped out on the turf
, before the absurdity of it struck her.
woods the nobl
livery, tearing wildly through the undergrowth in
ast asleep. The boy's arm was flung around his sister's shoulders, and across his thighs rested a wand or thin pole topped with a May-garland of wild hyacinths, red-robin and painte
ing how near they lay to the river's brink. But noting that a fallen log safeguarded them from this peril, she fumbled for t
saw before her the village with its cottages, grey and whitewashed, its gardens and orchards, mirrored in the brimming tide, all trembling in the morning light and yet exquisitely still. Far up the river, beyond the village and
. Runnells' yard they were not entirely what they seemed: that from their trial spin across the bay they returned some inches deeper in the water, and yet they did not leak. Had you perchance been standing by the shore in the half-light as they came up over the shallows, you might have wondered at
ht hold of a lizard and been l
ter, had your unwary feet led you to a certain corner of Sir Felix's well-timbered demesne, you might have scratched your head and wondered what magic carpet had transported you in
e, and disembarking upon the meadow there, gathered around the tables under the apple-trees to eat bread and cream in honour of May-day, looking all the while as if butter would not melt in their mouths. Between their feasting
, had made his way up through the woods in search of the Devil's Hedge, alon
position which commanded the farthest prospect in the direction of Looe. From where he sat the broad hedge dipped to a narrow valley, climbed the steep slope opposite, and vanished,
spoke seldom, was taciturn, while Scipio, who spoke never, was almost affable. In truth, the negro's was the habitual sil
ected, though but posthumously. And the emblazoned board in the church, appealing as it did to his negro sense of colour, had suggested a way. It is not too much to say that a great part of Scipio's time
his eyes, shutting out the dazzle of the morning sun. Once or twice he shook himself, being heavy with broken sleep,
the compliment. Suffice it to say that Major Hymen and Captain Pond, within five minutes of bidding one another a public tearful farewell, found themselves cli
men of Troy choose to laugh) that the sudden apparition of a black man seated in the mornin
awa', the D
awa' wi' th'
come his beloved master, the Diehards turned with a yell and fled. Vainly their comrades of Troy called after them. Back and down the hill they streamed pell-mell, one on
laughter which, reverberating, shout on shout, along the ridge and down among the tree-tops, reached even to th
They laugh best