And here I should note that once were two of us more, _Aubrey_ and _Julian_: of whom _Aubrey_ died a babe, three years afore I was born, and _Julian_ a little maid of eleven years, between _Milly's_ birth and _Edith's_. I mind her well, for she was two years elder than I, so that I was nine years old when she departed; but _Milly_, that was only three, cannot remember her. Our eldest of all, _Anstace_, is wife unto Master _Henry Banaster_, and dwelleth (as _Milly_ saith) next door, he having the estate joining _Father's_ own. She hath two children, _Aubrey_, that is of seven years, and _Cicely_, that is four; beside her eldest, _Lettice_, which did decease in the cradle. I reckon I have told all now, without I name the cows, which be _Daisy_, and _Molly_, and _Buttercup_, and _Rose_, and _Ladybird_, and _June_; and the great house-dog, which is _Clover_; and the cat, which is a _Spanish_ cat [a tortoise-shell cat, then a rarity], her name _Hermosa_ (the which _Ned_ gave her, saying a _Spanish_ cat should have a _Spanish_ name, and _Hermosa_ signifieth beautiful in that tongue), but _Caitlin_ will make it _Moses_, and methinks she is called _Moses_ more than aught else. She hath two kits, that be parti-coloured like herself, their names (given of _Milly) Dan_ and _Nan_. And now I feel well-nigh sure I have said all. Nay, and forgat the horses! _Milly_ will laugh at me, for she dearly loveth an horse. We have six riding-horses, with two baggage-horses, but only four of them have names,--to wit, _Father's_, that is _Favelle_, because he is favel-colour [chestnut]; and _Mother's, Garnet_; and mine, _Cowslip_; and the last, that _Milly_ or _Edith_ doth commonly ride when we journey, is called _Starlight_. And now I have verily told every thing. (_At this point the handwriting of the chronicle changes_.) 'Tis not yet my turn to write, but needs must, or it shall cause me to split in twain with laughter. Here is our _Nell_, reckoning three times o'er that she hath told all, and finding somewhat fresh every time, and with all her telling, hath set down never a note of what we be like, nor so much as the colour of one of our eyes. So, having gat hold of her chronicle, I shall do it for her. I dare reckon she was feared it should cost her two pence each one. But nothing venture, nothing have; and _Mother_ laid down that we should write our true thoughts. So what I think shall I write; and how to make _Father's_ two pence rhyme with _Mother's_ avisement, I leave to Mistress _Nell_ and her philosophy.