contents, nodded, and then fell again to stirring and singing.
"'O, they must need to walk in wood that may not walk in town,'"
he croaked, taking up his song where he had left it.
"'O, sir, we walk not here at all an evil thing to do,
But if we meet with the good king's deer to shoot a shaft into.'"
Still as he sang, he took from time to time another spoonful of the broth, blew upon it, and tasted it, with all the airs of an experienced cook. At length, apparently, he judged the mess was ready, for taking the horn from his girdle, he blew three modulated calls.
The other fellow awoke, rolled over, brushed away the butterfly, and looked about him.
"How now, brother?" he said. "Dinner?"
"Ay, sot," replied the cook, "dinner it is, and a dry dinner, too, with neither ale nor bread. But there is little pleasure in the greenwood now; time was when a good fellow could live here like a mitred abbot, set aside the rain and the white frosts; he had his heart's desire both of ale and wine. But now are men's spirits dead; and this John Amend-All, save us and guard us! but a stuffed booby to scare crows withal."
"Nay," returned the other, "y' are too set on meat and drinking. Lawless. Bide ye a bit; the good time cometh."
"Look ye," returned the cook, "I have even waited for this good time sith that I was so high. I have been
