But the looks of the dogs are altogether the more _spirituels_," she added.
I should not like to record all that she said on the subject of our village feast.

It was not complimentary, and to some extent the bitter general observations on our national amusements into which her disappointment betrayed her were justified by facts.

But it was not our fault that, in translating village feast into _fete de village_, she had allowed her imagination to mislead her with false hopes.

She had expected a maypole, a dance of peasants, gay dresses, smiling faces, songs, fruit, coffee, flowers, and tasteful but cheap wares of small kinds in picturesque booths.

She had adorned herself, and Eleanor and me, with collars and cuffs of elaborate make and exquisite "get-up" by her own hands.