I stepped to the shelf and picked out the old quarto. After a
moment's search:

"Here you are," said I. "Daughter of Don Diego. Sancho Panza
strikes her when he's going the rounds at night. 'She was
beautiful as a thousand pearls, with her hair inclosed under a
net of gold and green silk.' And I can be the Squire of the
Wood, complete with false nose."

"I rather like the idea," said Daphne, " only- "

"Wait till I find the description of Dorothea," said I, turning
over the pages." Here it is. Read that, my dear," and I handed
her the book.

In silence my sister read the famous lines. Then she laid the
book down, and slipped an arm round my neck.

"Boy," she said, "you flatter me, but I can sit on my hair."

Then and there it was decided to illustrate Cervantes.

"And Sancho can wear his governor's dress," said Jill.

"Quarter of an hour back," said Berry, "-I told you that it was
no good ordering the wild horses, because nothing would induce
me to go. Since then my left ear has been burned, as with a hot
iron. Under the circumstances it is hardly likely that- "

"Oh dear," said Daphne wearily.