The room became to Dick like a picture in a dream; all that he could remember of it afterwards being the look of the fiddlers going to sleep, as humming-tops sleep, by increasing their motion and hum, together with the figures of grandfather James and old Simon Crumpler sitting by the chimney-corner, talking and nodding in dumb-show, and beating the air to their emphatic sentences like people near a threshing machine.
The dance ended.

"Piph-h-h-h!" said tranter Dewy, blowing out his breath in the very finest stream of vapour that a man's lips could form.

"A regular tightener, that one, sonnies!" He wiped his forehead, and went to the cider and ale mugs on the table.
"Well!" said Mrs.Penny, flopping into a chair, "my heart haven't been in such a thumping state of uproar since I used to sit up on old Midsummer- eves to see who my husband was going to be." "And that's getting on for a good few years ago now, from what I've heard you tell," said the tranter, without lifting his eyes from the cup he was filling.

Being now engaged in the business of handing round refreshments, he was warranted in keeping his coat off still, though the other heavy men had resumed theirs.
"And a thing I never expected would come to pass, if you'll believe me, came to pass then," continued Mrs.Penny.

"Ah, the first spirit ever I see on a Midsummer-eve was a puzzle to me when he appeared, a hard puzzle, so say I!" "So I should have fancied," said Elias Spinks.
"Yes," said Mrs.Penny, throwing her glance into past times, and talking on in a running tone of complacent abstraction, as if a listener were not a necessity.