Ramorny is sick nigh to death, as the potter carrier everywhere reports: they and he cannot surely rise at midnight to do such frolics." "I cannot tell," replied Oliver; "but I saw the party by torchlight, and I can make bodily oath to the bonnets I made for them since last Innocents'.

They are of a quaint device, and I should know my own stitch." "Well, thou mayst have had wrong," answered Henry.

"If thou art in real danger, I will cause them get a bed for thee here.

But you must fill it presently, for I am not in the humour of talking." "Nay, I would thank thee for my quarters for a night, only my Maudie will be angry--that is, not angry, for that I care not for--but the truth is, she is overanxious on a revel night like this, knowing my humour is like thine for a word and a blow." "Why, then, go home," said the smith, "and show her that her treasure is in safety, Master Oliver; the streets are quiet, and, to speak a blunt word, I would be alone." "Nay, but I have things to speak with thee about of moment," replied Oliver, who, afraid to stay, seemed yet unwilling to go.

"There has been a stir in our city council about the affair of St.Valentine's Even.