“Marry,” rejoined the knight, “the fancy of them pleaseth me, and for the verse I care not.”
They all now turned to ascend the steps; and as they did so, apparent at the same instant to both Sir Oliver and Cuthbert was Mistress Katharine, leaning over the balustrade of the upper terrace, with an air of grave and perplexed curiosity.
As soon as they reached the top, which was level with the lawn in front of the mansion, Katharine caught Kitten in her arms, kissed her fair brow, and ran with her towards the house; the happy child calling out the while, “Come along, Master Noble, pray, come,” and at the same time clapping together her two little hands at thought of the coming pleasure.
CHAP. II.
“White, I dare not say good, witches (for woe be to him
that calleth evil good!) heal those that are hurt, and help them
to lost goods.
“Methinks she should bewitch to herself a golden mine, at