Chapter 27

“You spin like a fairy, Missis Felena.” “There’s nought else to do in the mountain,” said Felena in a low, singing voice, “but spin and spin, and spin, morning, noon and night.” “Save on Midsummer night, my girl,” raps out Missis Sexton, “and then I’m told you’ve enough to do and plenty!” Felena turned scarlet and hung her head, and suddenly Moll and Sukey burst out, as if they’d wanted to say it for years and years— “Oh, Missis Felena, is it true as you lie with the tavern-keeper and dance on the heath mother-nake…