"In May I go a-walking to hear the linnets sing,
The blackbird and the throstle a-praising Queen and King:
It cheers the heart to hear them, to see the leaves unfold,
The meadows covered over with buttercups of gold."
GOODWIFE WILLIAMS.
'Tis Barbara's voice! 'Tis Barbara! (Enter Barbara, fleet as a shadow, from right, followed by Fawnfoot. Both take the unconsciously tripping steps that belong to the wild freedom of youth.) It is my child! Barbara! Where hast thou been since yesternight?
BARBARA.
With Fawnfoot yonder. She taught me to play games, and angle for fish, and——What be they staring at?
BRADFORD
(dryly).
Goodwife Williams, for children that rouse a village there is but one remedy.
GOODWIFE WILLIAMS
(humbly).
A physic?
BRADFORD
(almost roaring).