"You might take one of us," said Jack wistfully, who longed to be queen of Love and Beauty.
"I wish I could, but you didn't wear my colors and I can't offend a brother knight or we might have a joust which would end in bloodshed," said Nan seriously, swinging the wreath of red and yellow leaves upon her lance. "I'm sure I don't want to give offense," she added.
Jack looked disappointed. "I thought, of course, you'd choose me, Nan," she said.
"I will next time. We'll try it again some day, and this time Phil can crown you as a maid of honor."
This satisfied Jack who felt that to be the only lady to wear a crown was sufficient honor.
Nan stood swinging her wreath and looking uncertainly around the field. Upon a tall bramble a single spray of white shone out, the bush evidently having miscalculated the season and having imagined that it was still summer. "Ah, my Lady Bramble," cried Nan, "I will crown you, for you must have expected something unusual or you wouldn't be showing yourself at this time of year." And she flung her garland over the bramble bush.
But just here their play was interrupted by a voice at the fence, saying, "Who got dat mewl?"
Nan ran toward Unc' Landy who looked at her in disapproving surprise. "What all dis? Dis ain' no way fo' young ladies to dress. None o' de fambly evah done disher way 'scusin' dey goes to er ball."