Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard by Eleanor Farjeon
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maidens in truth you be, and not six apples bobbed off their stems."
"You may not come in," said Joscelyn, "in case you should release our master's daughter, who sits in the Well-House pining to follow her heart." "Why, whither would she follow it?" asked Martin much surprised. The milkmaids turned their faces away, and little Joan murmured, "It is a secret." Martin: I will put chains on my thoughts. But shall I not sing you a tune you may dance to? I will make you a song for an August night, when the moon rocks her way up and down the cradle of the sky, and you shall rock on earth like any apple on the twig. Jane: For my part, I see nothing against it. Jessica: Gillian won't care little apples. Joyce: She would not hear though we danced the round of the year. Joscelyn: So long as he does not come in-- Jennifer: --or we go out. "Oh, let us dance, do let us dance!" cried little Joan. "Man," they importuned him in a single breath, "play for us and sing for us, as quickly as you can!" |
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