Often a prize would be awarded to some one dancer who had excelled his fellows. There were, I suppose, born Morris-dancers. Now and again one of them, flushed with triumph, would secern himself from his troupe, and would star round the country for his livelihood.

The NCs were dropcast on a glass substrate forming a close-packed film.

Sometimes I wonder if an hour like that is real time; or is it, instead, a kind of chronometrical fairy, having no real existence on the dial, but only in essence.

The finching yards of the country estates were important meeting points of the elite.