"I tell thee this, Jack," the latter said, in his cool way, "there is more than a jest to be got out of a play by Will Shakespeare. Would not the booksellers give us the price of a couple of nags for it if we were pressed so far?"
"Mind thine own business, fool!" was the angry rejoinder; and ere he knew what had happened his hands were empty.
And at that same moment, away over there in Stratford town, Judith was in the garden, trying to teach little Bess Hall to dance, and merrily laughing the while. And when the dancing lesson was over she would try a singing lesson; and now the child was on Judith's shoulder, and had hold of her bonny sun-brown curls.
"Well done, Bess; well done! Now again—
'The hunt is up—the hunt is up—
Awake, my lady dear!
O a morn in spring is the sweetest thing
Cometh in all the year!'
Well done indeed! Will not my father praise thee, lass; and what more wouldst thou have for all thy pains?"