His vision was everywhere obstructed by looms and belts and swirling bands, but in front of them there was a silvery light and in its soft glow he saw--he saw clearly--the image of the lovely May Queen in her glimmering dress of shining white with the little gilt crown on her long brown hair.

Nor could he dismiss this phantom until he went up to Hatton Hall and described her fairy Majesty to his mother.
"And when are they coming home, John ?" asked Mrs.Hatton.

"Jane's house is as fine as if it was new and Martha's governess is wearying for her.
Martha ought to be at her lessons now.

Her holiday is over by all rights." "The festival will be on the twenty-eighth, and they will come on the thirtieth if the weather be fine." "What has the weather to do with it ?" "Well, Jane does not like to travel in wet weather.

It drabbles her skirts and depresses her spirits--always." "Dear me! It is a pity she can't order the weather she prefers.