There had never been quite such a varied and jovial treat at Mallowe before.
The afternoon waxed and waned.

The children played games and raced and rejoiced until their young limbs began to fail them.

The older people sauntered about or sat in groups to talk and listen to the village band.
Lady Maria's visitors, having had enough of rural festivities, went back to the gardens in excellent spirits, to talk and to watch a game of tennis which had taken form on the court.
Emily Fox-Seton's pleasure had not abated, but her colour had done so.
Her limbs ached and her still-smiling face was pale, as she stood under the beech-tree regarding the final ceremonies of the festal day, to preside over which Lady Maria and her party returned from their seats under the ilex-trees.

The National Anthem was sung loudly, and there were three tremendous cheers given for her ladyship.

They were such joyous and hearty cheers that Emily was stirred almost to emotional tears.