He drew her along hastily, hurrying while the flute and the drum began
to perform their parts. Sound spreads far in that tranquil country,
where no railway was visible, and where the winds for the moment were
still. It was Pan's pipes that were being played, attracting a few
stragglers from the scattered houses. Within a hundred yards from the
church, at the corner of four roads, stood the Bull's Head, with a
cottage or two linked on to its long straggling front. And this was all
that did duty for a village at Windyhill. The Rectory stood back in its
own copse, surrounded by a growth of young birches and oak near the
church. The Hills dwelt intermediate between the Bull's Head and the
ecclesiastical establishment. The school and schoolmaster's house were
behind the Bull. The show was surrounded by the children of the place,
who looked on silent with ecstasy, while a burly showman piped his pipes
and beat his drum. A couple of ostlers, with their shirt-sleeves rolled
up to their shoulders, and one of them with a pail in his hand, stood
arrested in their work. And in the front of the spectators was Alick
Hudson, a sleepy-looking youth of twenty, who started and took his hands
out of his pockets at sight of Elinor. Mr. Hudson himself came walking
briskly round the corner, swinging his cane with the air of a man who
was afraid of being too late.
"Didn't I tell you?" said Compton, pressing Elinor's arm.
As the tootle-te-too went on, other spectators appeared--the two Miss
Hills, one putting on her hat, the other hastily buttoning her jacket as
they hurried up. "Oh, you here, Elinor! What fun! We all run as if we
were six years old. I'm going to engage the man to come round and do it
opposite Rosebank to amuse mother. She likes it as much as any of us,
though she doesn't see very well, poor dear, nor hear either. But we
must always consider that the old have not many amusements," said the
elder Miss Hill.
"Though mother amuses herself wonderfully with her knitting," said Miss
Sarah. "There's a sofa-cover on the stocks for you, Elinor."
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