The things we do!

On the way back we sampled the wine, and got talking. Falkenberg was still
jealous, so I took out the workbox, chose the shell I wanted, and picked
it off and gave him the box. After that we were friends again.
It was getting dark now, and there was no moon. Suddenly we heard the
sound of a concertina from a house up on a hillside; we could see there
was dancing within, from the way the light came and went like a lighthouse
beam.
"Let's go up and look," said Falkenberg.
Coming up to the house, we found a little group of lads and girls outside
taking the air. Emma was there as well.
"Why, there's Emma!" cried Falkenberg cheerily, not in the least put out
to find she had gone without him. "Emma, here, I've got something for
you!"
He reckoned to make all good with a word, but Emma turned away from him
and went indoors. Then, when he moved to go after her, others barred his
way, hinting pretty plainly that he wasn't wanted there.
"But Emma is there. Ask her to come out.


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