Chapter 51

The maiden said, I wis the londe

Is very fair to see,

But my true-love that is in bonde

Is fairer still to me.

ONE April day, when the sun shone on the lingering raindrops, Lyddy was gone out, and Esther chose to sit in the kitchen, in the wicker chair against the white table, between the fire and the window. The kettle was singing,