Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere.
You remember how it goes, don’t you?”
“Perfectly; and didn’t that fairy look lovely? I am sure I shall be glad to know her. But Puck I am not as sure about.”
“Could you pass me the rolls, Maud?”
“Certainly, take that one,” and Maud turned the plate so that her mother could have a temptingly brown roll.
“And now,” continued her mother, as she contentedly broke the roll open, “tell me more about your dream.”
“You know towards the close, Oberon and Titania entered with their train.”
“Do you mean where Oberon sings,