As the inspiring notes struck their ears, they began to jump and caper about, taking all sorts of fantastic steps, which it would have puzzled a French dancing master to define and classify.

Most of the boys and girls knew nothing of dancing, as an art; but I venture to say they enjoyed themselves quite as much as though they had been perfectly proficient in all the fashionable waltzes, polkas, and redowas.

Their hearts danced with gladness, and their steps were altogether _impromptu_.
Then came the ceremony of crowning the Queen of May, in the person of Mary Weston, which was performed in the most gallant style by Frank Sedley.

Another dance succeeded, and then came the feast.

A great many good things were eaten, a great many fine things said, and a great many patriotic and complimentary toasts were drank.