When I saw
t' conductor-lad wi' t' stick in his hand callin' up t' trebles an'
basses an' tother sets o' singers, Marry! I bethowt me o' Janet an' t'
birds i' t' cove, an' I brast out a-laughin' while fowks thowt I were
daft.
"But theer, barns, I mun get forrad wi' my tale, or your mothers will be
coomin' seekin' you afore I'm through wi' it. By now ommost all t' birds
i' t' cove were wakkened up an' were singin' their cantiest. I looked
up, an' t' sun had gotten clean ower t' top o' t' fell, an' were shinin'
straight down into t' cove. Ay, an' Janet saw t' sun too, an' when it
were like a gert gowden ball at top o' t' hill, shoo pointed her wand at
t' sun an' started dancin' aboon t' watterfall. I looked at her and then
I looked at t' sun, an', Honey-fathers! if t' owd sun weren't dancin'
too. I rubbed my een to finnd out if I'd made ony mistak, but, sure
enough, theer were t' lile nakt lass an' t' owd sun aboon t' breast o'
t' fell dancin' togither like mad. Then, all on a sudden, I bethowt me
it were Easter Sunday, and how I'd heerd fowks say that t' sun allus
dances on Easter mornin'."
At this point I could not forbear interrupting Grannie to ask her
whether she had ever heard of a poem called _A Ballad upon a Wedding_.
She said she had not, so I quoted to her Suckling's well-known lines:
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
But O! she dances such a way,
No sun upon an Easter day
Is half so fine a sight.
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