Young Folks' Treasury: Classic Tales and Old-Fashioned Stories HTML version
time and for ever as much obliged to him as if we kept it. I long to see him in this house again,
drinking, as he did, a glass of Susan's mead, just on this spot."
"Yes," said Susan, "and the next time he comes, I can give him one of my guinea-hen's eggs, and
I shall show him Daisy."
"True, love," said her mother, "and he will play that tune and sing that pretty ballad. Where is it?
I have not finished it."
"Rose ran away with it, mother, but I'll run after her, and bring it back to you this minute," said
Susan found her friend Rose at the hawthorn, in the midst of a crowd of children, to whom she
was reading "Susan's Lamentation for her Lamb."
"The words are something, but the tune—the tune—I must have the tune," cried Philip. "I'll ask
my mother to ask Sir Arthur to try and find out which way that good old man went after the ball;
and if he's to be found, we'll have him back by Susan's birthday, and he shall sit here—just
exactly here—by our bush, and he shall play—I mean, if he will—that same tune for us, and I
shall learn it—I mean, if I can—in a minute."
The good news that Farmer Price was to collect the rents and that Attorney Case was to leave the
parish in a month soon spread over the village. Many came out of their houses to have the
pleasure of hearing the joyful tidings from Susan herself. The crowd on the play-green grew
bigger every minute.
"Yes," cried Philip, "I tell you it's quite true, every word of it. Susan's too modest to say it
herself, but I tell you all, that Sir Arthur has given us this play-green just because she is so