if on such a night we could remain behind in the gardens, as the famous maimie mannering did, we might see delicious sights, hundreds of lovely fairies hastening to the ball, the married ones wearing their wedding-rings round their waists, the gentlemen, all in uniform, holding up the ladies' trains, and linkmen running in front carrying winter cherries, which are the fairy-lanterns, the cloakroom where they put on their silver slippers and get a ticket for their wraps, the flowers streaming up from the baby walk to look on, and always welcome because they can lend a pin, the supper-table, with queen mab at the head of it, and behind her chair the lord chamberlain, who carries a dandelion on which he blows when her majesty wants to know the time.