OUR PASTORAL.
"Hulloa, Melhuish," I said, "after all you had ideal weather for your Midsummer Night's Dream yesterday."
"Ideal," said Melhuish moodily.
"Really, if you'd picked the day it couldn't have been better. You want peculiar atmospheric conditions for a pastoral, don't you? Just enough sun, not too much wind, temperature congenial for sitting out-of-doors. You had 'em all."
Melhuish nodded.
"Your garden must be looking like fairyland too now with the roses out and the trees in all their full summer greenery."
He nodded again.
"What a setting for the Dream! It drew a crowd, of course?"