MAY. And never rode on the pretty wood horses, Aunt, all spotted and
with scarlet bridles to them?

ELIZABETH. Certainly not. I wonder at your asking such a question,
May. But you do say some very unsuitable things for a little child
of your age.

MAY. And did you get astride of the pretty horses at the Fair,
Uncle?

DANIEL. Nay, nay,--they horses be set in the pleasure part of the
Fair, and where I goes 'tis all for doing business like.

[ANNET comes back with the glass of cider. DANIEL takes it from her.

DANIEL. [Drinking.] You might as well have brought the jug, my
girl.

ELIZABETH. No, Father, 'twill spoil your next meal as it is.

[The girls sit down at the table, taking up their work.

DANIEL. [Putting down his glass.] But, bless my soul, yon was a
Fair in a hundred. That her was.

BOTH GIRLS. O do tell us of all that you did see there, Uncle.

DANIEL. There was a cow--well, 'tis a smartish lot of cows as I've
seen in my time, but this one, why, the King haven't got the match to