“Oh, I haven’t thought about myself,” replied the other, laughing.

“Ey con tell ye what she’d do, Suky,” replied little Jennet, knowingly; “she’d marry Master Richard Assheton, o’ Middleton.”

“Jennet!” exclaimed Alizon, blushing crimson.

“It’s true,” replied the little girl; “ye knoa ye would, Alizon, Look at her feace,” she added, with a screaming laugh.

“Howd te tongue, little plague,” cried Elizabeth, rapping her knuckles with her stick, “and behave thyself, or theaw shanna go out to t’ wake.”

Jennet dealt her mother a bitterly vindictive look, but she neither uttered cry, nor made remark.

In the momentary silence that ensued the blithe jingling of bells was heard, accompanied by the merry sound of tabor and pipe.

“Ah! here come the rush-cart and the morris-dancers,” cried Alizon, rushing joyously to the window, which, being left partly open, admitted the scent of the woodbine and eglantine by which it was overgrown, as well as the humming sound of the bees by which the flowers were invaded.

Almost immediately afterwards a frolic troop, like a band of masquers, approached the cottage, and drew up before it, while the jingling of bells ceasing at the same moment, told that the rush-cart had stopped likewise.  Chief amongst the party was Robin Hood clad in a suit of Lincoln green, with a sheaf of arrows at his back, a bugle dangling from his baldric, a bow in his hand, and a broad-leaved green hat on his head, looped up on one side, and decorated with a heron’s feather.  The hero of Sherwood was personated by a tall, well-limbed fellow, to whom, being really a forester of Bowland, the character was natural.  Beside him stood a very different figure, a jovial friar, with shaven crown, rubicund cheeks, bull throat, and mighty paunch, covered by a russet habit, and girded in by a red cord, decorated with golden twist and tassel.  He wore red hose and sandal shoon, and carried in his girdle a Wallet, to contain a roast capon, a neat’s tongue, or any other dainty given him.  Friar Tuck, for such he was, found his representative in Ned Huddlestone, porter at the abbey, who, as the largest and stoutest man in the village, was chosen on that account to the part.  Next to him came a character of no little importance, and upon whom much of the mirth of the pageant depended, and this devolved upon the village cobbler, Jack Roby, a dapper little fellow, who fitted the part of the Fool to a nicety.  With bauble in hand, and blue coxcomb hood adorned with long white asses’ ears on head, with jerkin of green, striped with yellow; hose of different colours, the left leg being yellow, with a red pantoufle, and the right blue, terminated with a yellow shoe; with bells hung upon various parts of his motley attire, so that he could not move without producing a jingling sound, Jack Roby looked wonderful indeed; and was constantly dancing about, and dealing a blow with his bauble.  Next came Will Scarlet,