But see, yonder are the lights of my pavilion.

Will it please you to alight and enter?
The supper will be spread, and though you must not expect any to entertain you, save only this your poor Queen Mab" (here she made him a little bow), "yet I think you will not be ill content.

They do not say that Thomas of Ercildoune had any cause for complaint.

Do you know," she continued, a fresh gaiety striking into her voice, "it was in this very wood that he was lost." But William Douglas sat silent with the wonder of what he saw.

Their horses had all at once come out on a hilltop.