You've come a day behind the fair." "Is the Maying over ?" Honoria asked.
"Iss, fay.

I've just been home to shift myself." He walked along with them and told them all about it in the friendliest manner.

It had been a grand Maying--all the boys and girls in the parish--with the hal-an-tow, of course--such dancing! Fine and tired some of the maids must be--he wouldn't give much for the work they'd do to-day.

Two May mornings in one year would make a grass-captain mad, as the saying was.

But there--'twas a poor spirit that never rejoiced.
"Which do you belong to ?" Taffy nodded toward the mine-chimneys on the sky-line high on their left, which hid the sea, though it lay less than half a mile away and the roar of it was in their ears--just such a roar as the train makes when rushing through a tunnel.
"Bless you, I'm a tinner.