part i. turriepuffit
Chapter I. The Fir-Wood.
Of all the flowers in the mead, Then love I roost these flowers white and rede, Such that men callen daisies in our town. I renne blithe As soon as ever the sun ginneth west, To see this flower, how it will go to rest, For fear of night, so hateth she darkness； Her cheer is plainly spread in the brightness Of the sunne, for there it will unclose. CHAUCER--Prologue to the Legend of Good Women.
"Meg! whaur are ye gaein‘ that get, like a wull shuttle? Come in to the beuk."

Meg‘s mother stood at the cottage door, with arms akimbo and clouded brow, calling through the boles of a little forest of fir-trees after her daughter. One would naturally presume that the phrase she employed, comparing her daughter‘s motions to those of a shuttle that had "gane wull," or lost its way, implied that she was watching her as she threaded her way through the trees. But although she could not see her, the fir-wood was certa

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