was the individual in question); and Woolsey, accordingly, put his
back against the opposite door-post and chequers, so that (with poor
Eglantine's bulk) nothing much thicker than a sheet of paper could
pass out or in. And thus these two amorous caryatides kept guard as
the song continued:--

"Dark is the wood, and wide,
Dangers, they say, betide;
But, at my Albert's side,
Nought, I fear, O my love--O my love!

"Welcome the greenwood tree,
Welcome the forest tree,
Dearest, with thee, with thee,
Nought I fear, O my love--O ma-a-y love!"

Eglantine's fine eyes were filled with tears as Morgiana
passionately uttered the above beautiful words. Little Woolsey's
eyes glistened, as he clenched his fist with an oath, and said,
"Show me any singing that can beat THAT. Cobbler, shut your mouth,
or I'll break your head!"

But the cobbler, regardless of the threat, continued to perform the
"Lurlurliety" with great accuracy; and when that was ended, both on
his part and Morgiana's, a rapturous knocking of glasses was heard
in the little bar, then a great clapping of hands, and finally
somebody shouted "Brava!"

"Brava!"