Of all women the most steadfast of soul, her outward moods were as variable as a child's.

"Agreed!" she cried.

"You and the minister and Diccon Demon shall lay your muskets across your knees, and Angela shall witch you into stone with her old, mad, heathen charms.

And then--and then--I will gather more gold than had King Midas; I will dance with the hamadryads; I will find out Oberon and make Titania jealous!" "I do not doubt that you could do so," I said, as she sprang to her feet, childishly eager and radiantly beautiful.
I rose to go in with her, for it was supper time, but in a moment changed my mind, and resumed my seat on the bank of turf.

"Do you go in," I said.