"How easy it is to become good," said William cheerfully. "I will begin at once."
So impatient was he to become a Brother Dove—
(But here Martin Pippin broke off abruptly, and catching the rope of the swing in his left hand he gave it a great lurch.
Joan: Oh! Oh! Oh!
Martin: I perceive, Mistress Joan, that you lose interest in my story. Your mouth droops.
Joan: Oh, no! Oh, no! It is only—it is a very nice story—but—
Martin: What cannot be said aloud can frequently be whispered.
He leaned his ear close to her mouth, and very shyly she whispered into it.
Joan (whispering very shyly): Why must the young King join a Brotherhood? I thought...this was to be a...love story.
Martin smiled and chose an apple from her lap.