Village Queens
On the road through the village I came face to face with a procession of children, about seven or eight of them dressed in various colours, wearing scarves on their heads, cut-down dresses, and high- heeled, wobbling shoes. It was impossible to discover the exact purpose of the little pageant, but purpose hardly matters, for the children here dress up at the slightest provocation and this year the calendar has been a full one. We have had May Queens, Rose Queens and Coronation Queens. Wherever four or five small girls gather they sooner or later decide to have a procession and a queen. Perhaps it is a characteristic of the people, but whether it is or not, the dressing-up delights the children and charms and amuses the grown-ups who meet them on the road as I did.
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