So then Martin was Blindman, and it seemed as though he would never
have eyes again; for though he caught all the girls, one after
another, he couldn't guess which was which, and gave Jane's nose to
Jessica, and Jessica's hands to Joscelyn, and Joscelyn's chin to
Joyce, and Joyce's hair to Jennifer, and Jennifer's eyebrows to
Joan; but when he caught Joan he guessed her at once by her
littleness.

In due course the change of light told them it was supper-time; and
with great surprise they ate the last two loaves to the sweet
accompaniment of the apples.

"I would never have supposed," said Joscelyn, as they gathered under
the central tree at the close of the meal, "that a day could pass so
quickly."

"Bait time with a diversion," said Martin, "and he will run like a
donkey after a dangled carrot."

"It has nearly been the happiest day of my life," said Joyce with a
sly glance at Martin.

"And why not quite?" said he.

"Because it lacked a story, singer," she said demurely.

"What can be rectified," said Martin, "must be; and the day is not
yet departed, but still lingers like a listener on the threshold of
night. So set the swing in motion, dear Mistress Joyce, and to its
measure I will endeavor to swing my thoughts, which have till now