"A wager!" she declared.

"There be mercers in Jamestown?
If I hit, thou 'lt buy me a pearl hatband ?" "Two." She fired, and the bird rose with a scream of wrath and sailed away.

But two or three feathers came floating to the ground, and when Diccon had brought them to her she pointed triumphantly to the blood upon them.
"You said two!" she cried.
The sun rose higher, and the heat of the day set in.

Mistress Percy's interest in forest bloom and creature flagged.

Instead of laughter, we had sighs at the length of way; the vines slid from her lap, and she took the faded flowers from her head and cast them aside.