He offered her his hand respectfully, and Jane took it saying, "I don't like swinging very high."
"I will think before I push," said Martin. And when she was settled, with her skirts in order and her little feet tucked back, he rocked the swing so gently that not an apple fell nor a milkmaid slipped, clambering to her place. And Martin leaned back in his and shut his eyes.
"We are waiting," observed Joscelyn overhead.
"So am I," sighed Martin.
"For what?"
"For a push."
"But you're not swinging."
"Neither's my story. And it will take seven pair of arms to set it going." And he fixed his eyes on Gillian in her sorrow, but she did not lift her face.
"Here's six to start the motion of themselves," said Joscelyn, "and it only remains to you to attract the seventh willy-nilly."
"It were easier," said Martin, "to unlock Saint Peter's Gates with cowslips."