| "'Go bid the Princess in the tower |
| Forget all thought of sorrow. |
| Her true love will return to her |
| With joy on some glad morrow.' |
"Then he bent over her and said still lower, 'By my calendar it's the glad morrow now, Princess.'
"He went on just like he was in the play, you know. I suppose they have rehearsed it so much that it is sort of second nature for them to talk in that old-time way, like kings and queens used to do."
"Maybe," answered Phil. "Then what did she say?" he demanded, frowning.
"I don't know. She walked off toward the house with him, and that's the last I saw of them. Why, what's the matter?"
"Oh, nothing!" he replied, with a shrug of his shoulders. "Nothing's the matter, little Vicar. Let us keep inflexible, and fortune will at last change in our favor."
"Now whatever did he mean by that!" exclaimed Mary, as she watched him walk away. It puzzled her all the rest of the evening that he should have met her question with the family motto.