"No matter; I shall not go."
"How very perverse;—just to vex me, I suppose!"
"You know my father does not approve of fairs."
"Fiddle-de-dee! there will be plenty of people as good as Parson Younges at Dunwich fair, and some a little wiser, mayhap."
"I am sure there is no harm in going to a fair," said the boy Edward; "and, oh, dear! how I should like to go to-morrow."
"So you shall, my hearty, if you can persuade Bessy to go with us."
"Pray, sister, let us go! there will be such fine doings;—a pair of dancing bears, and three jack-an-apes dressed like soldiers, a mountebank with an Andrew and a Master Merriman, and such lots of booths with toys, and beads, and ribbons; more cakes and sweetmeats than I could eat in a year; besides a merry-go-round and two flying ships. Then, there will be wrestling and cudgel-playing, foot-ball, jumping in sacks, and dancing on the church-green to the pipe and tabor, and you dance so well."
"And we should dance together," whispered the handsome mate of the Jolly Nicholas.
"It is all very fine talking; but my father will never consent."
"Tut, tut; you have not asked him yet."