The spectators ceased to talk and laugh, and bent forward, watching.

Wagers had been laid, and each man kept his eyes upon his favorite, measuring her chances.

The trumpet blew, and the race was on.
When it was over and won, the May Queen rose from her seat and crossed the grass to her fine lady guest.

"There are left only the prizes for this and for the boys' race and for the best dancer.

Will you not give them, Mistress Evelyn, and so make them of more value ?" More curtsying, more complimenting, and the gold was in Evelyn's white hand.