"Will you, sirrah, or will you not ?" He raised his hand and repeated the words.
"Now hold her as before," I ordered, and, straightening myself in the saddle, rode on, with my eyes once more on the path before me.
A mile further on, Mistress Percy stirred and raised her head from my shoulder.

"Not at Jamestown yet ?" she sighed, as yet but half awake.
"Oh, the endless trees! I dreamed I was hawking at Windsor, and then suddenly I was here in this forest, a bird, happy because I was free; and then a falcon came swooping down upon me,--it had me in its talons, and I changed to myself again, and it changed to--What am I saying?
I am talking in my sleep.

Who is that singing ?" In fact, from the woods in front of us, and not a bowshot away, rang out a powerful voice:-- "'In the merry month of May, In a morn by break of day, With a troop of damsels playing Forth I went, forsooth, a-maying;'" and presently, the trees thinning in front of us, we came upon a little open glade and upon the singer.

He lay on his back, on the soft turf beneath an oak, with his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes upturned to the blue sky showing between leaf and branch.

On one knee crossed above the other sat a squirrel with a nut in its paws, and half a dozen others scampered here and there over his great body, like so many frolicsome kittens.