I said nothing. I was glad of the diversion, for I could not think how to go on with the story. Before I quite gave in, Harry luckily asked, "Was there a Weeding Woman in the Earthly Paradise?"
"There was," said I.
"How was she dressed?" asked Adela.
"She had a dress the colour of common earth."
"Princesse shape?" inquired Arthur.
"No; Weeding Woman shape. Arthur, I wish you wouldn't—"
"All right, Mary. Drive on."
"And a little shawl, that had partly the colour of grass, and partly the colour of hay."
"Hay dear!" interpolated Arthur, exactly imitating a well-known sigh peculiar to Bessy's aunt.
"Was her bonnet like our Weeding Woman's bonnet?" asked Adela, in a disappointed tone.