Sir Ralph then clapped his hands loudly, and at this signal the tabor and pipe struck up; the Fool and the Hobby-horse, who, though idle all the time, had indulged in a little quiet fun with the rustics, recommenced their gambols; the Morris-dancers their lively dance; and the whole train moved towards the May-pole, followed by the rush-cart, with all its bells jingling, and all its garlands waving.
As to Alizon, her brain was in a whirl, and her bosom heaved so quickly, that she thought she should faint.

To think that the choice of a partner in the dance at the Abbey had been offered her, and that she should venture to choose Master Richard Assheton! She could scarcely credit her own temerity.

And then to think that she should give him a flower, and, more than all, that he should kiss her hand in return for it! She felt the tingling pressure of his lips upon her finger still, and her little heart palpitated strangely.
As she approached the May-pole, and the troop again halted for a few minutes, she saw her brother James holding little Jennet by the hand, standing in the front line to look at her.
"Oh, how I'm glad to see you here, Jennet!" she cried.
"An ey'm glad to see yo, Alizon," replied the little girl.

"Jem has towd me whot a grand partner you're to ha' this e'en." And, she added, with playful malice, "Who was wrong whon she said the queen could choose Master Richard--" "Hush, Jennet, not a word more," interrupted Alizon, blushing.
"Oh! ey dunna mean to vex ye, ey'm sure," replied Jennet.

"Ey've got a present for ye." "A present for me, Jennet," cried Alizon; "what is it ?" "A beautiful white dove," replied the little girl.
"A white dove! Where did you get it?
Let me see it," cried Alizon, in a breath.
"Here it is," replied Jennet, opening her kirtle.
"A beautiful bird, indeed," cried Alizon.