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“
Sit
down
,
Diggory
,
”
said
Thomasin
,
“
and
stay
to
tea
.
”
Venn
moved
as
if
he
would
retire
to
the
kitchen
,
when
Thomasin
said
with
pleasant
pertness
as
she
went
on
with
some
sewing
,
“
Of
course
you
must
sit
down
here
.
And
where
does
your
fifty
-
cow
dairy
lie
,
Mr
.
Venn
?
”
“
At
Stickleford
—
about
two
miles
to
the
right
of
Alderworth
,
ma
’
am
,
where
the
meads
begin
.
I
have
thought
that
if
Mr
.
Yeobright
would
like
to
pay
me
a
visit
sometimes
he
shouldn
’
t
stay
away
for
want
of
asking
.
I
’
ll
not
bide
to
tea
this
afternoon
,
thank
’
ee
,
for
I
’
ve
got
something
on
hand
that
must
be
settled
.
’
Tis
Maypole
-
day
tomorrow
,
and
the
Shadwater
folk
have
clubbed
with
a
few
of
your
neighbours
here
to
have
a
pole
just
outside
your
palings
in
the
heath
,
as
it
is
a
nice
green
place
.
”
Venn
waved
his
elbow
towards
the
patch
in
front
of
the
house
.
“
I
have
been
talking
to
Fairway
about
it
,
”
he
continued
,
“
and
I
said
to
him
that
before
we
put
up
the
pole
it
would
be
as
well
to
ask
Mrs
.
Wildeve
.
”
“
I
can
say
nothing
against
it
,
”
she
answered
.
“
Our
property
does
not
reach
an
inch
further
than
the
white
palings
.
”
“
But
you
might
not
like
to
see
a
lot
of
folk
going
crazy
round
a
stick
,
under
your
very
nose
?
”
“
I
shall
have
no
objection
at
all
.
”
Venn
soon
after
went
away
,
and
in
the
evening
Yeobright
strolled
as
far
as
Fairway
’
s
cottage
.
It
was
a
lovely
May
sunset
,
and
the
birch
trees
which
grew
on
this
margin
of
the
vast
Egdon
wilderness
had
put
on
their
new
leaves
,
delicate
as
butterflies
’
wings
,
and
diaphanous
as
amber
.
Beside
Fairway
’
s
dwelling
was
an
open
space
recessed
from
the
road
,
and
here
were
now
collected
all
the
young
people
from
within
a
radius
of
a
couple
of
miles
.
The
pole
lay
with
one
end
supported
on
a
trestle
,
and
women
were
engaged
in
wreathing
it
from
the
top
downwards
with
wild
-
flowers
.
The
instincts
of
merry
England
lingered
on
here
with
exceptional
vitality
,
and
the
symbolic
customs
which
tradition
has
attached
to
each
season
of
the
year
were
yet
a
reality
on
Egdon
.
Indeed
,
the
impulses
of
all
such
outlandish
hamlets
are
pagan
still
—
in
these
spots
homage
to
nature
,
self
-
adoration
,
frantic
gaieties
,
fragments
of
Teutonic
rites
to
divinities
whose
names
are
forgotten
,
seem
in
some
way
or
other
to
have
survived
mediaeval
doctrine
.
Yeobright
did
not
interrupt
the
preparations
,
and
went
home
again
.
The
next
morning
,
when
Thomasin
withdrew
the
curtains
of
her
bedroom
window
,
there
stood
the
Maypole
in
the
middle
of
the
green
,
its
top
cutting
into
the
sky
.
It
had
sprung
up
in
the
night
,
or
rather
early
morning
,
like
Jack
’
s
bean
-
stalk
.
She
opened
the
casement
to
get
a
better
view
of
the
garlands
and
posies
that
adorned
it
.
The
sweet
perfume
of
the
flowers
had
already
spread
into
the
surrounding
air
,
which
,
being
free
from
every
taint
,
conducted
to
her
lips
a
full
measure
of
the
fragrance
received
from
the
spire
of
blossom
in
its
midst
.
At
the
top
of
the
pole
were
crossed
hoops
decked
with
small
flowers
;
beneath
these
came
a
milk
-
white
zone
of
Maybloom
;
then
a
zone
of
bluebells
,
then
of
cowslips
,
then
of
lilacs
,
then
of
ragged
-
robins
,
daffodils
,
and
so
on
,
till
the
lowest
stage
was
reached
.
Thomasin
noticed
all
these
,
and
was
delighted
that
the
May
revel
was
to
be
so
near
.
