Nothing more worth recording passed that night.

But the next day was the first of May, Josephine's birthday.
Now they always celebrated this day as well as they could; and used to plant a tree, for one thing.

Dard, well spurred by Jacintha, had got a little acacia; and they were all out in the Pleasaunce to plant it.
Unhappily, they were a preposterous time making up their feminine minds where to have it set; so Dard turned rusty and said the park was the best place for it.

There it could do no harm, stick it where you would.
"And who told you to put in your word ?" inquired Jacintha.

"You're here to dig the hole where mademoiselle chooses; not to argufy." Josephine whispered Rose, "I admire the energy of her character.