Grace gave a quick, involuntary nod and blink, and put her handkerchief to her face.
"Good heavens! what did you do that for, Creedle ?" said Giles, sternly, and jumping up.
"'Tis how I do it when they baint here, maister," mildly expostulated Creedle, in an aside audible to all the company.
"Well, yes--but--" replied Giles.

He went over to Grace, and hoped none of it had gone into her eye.
"Oh no," she said.

"Only a sprinkle on my face.

It was nothing." "Kiss it and make it well," gallantly observed Mr.Bawtree.
Miss Melbury blushed.
The timber-merchant said, quickly, "Oh, it is nothing! She must bear these little mishaps." But there could be discerned in his face something which said "I ought to have foreseen this." Giles himself, since the untoward beginning of the feast, had not quite liked to see Grace present.

He wished he had not asked such people as Bawtree and the hollow-turner.