CHAPTER XVII
A SIMPLE WEDDING
"And so," concluded Suzanna early one afternoon as she stood on a soap box in her own yard, "the noble knight set forth on his prancing steed, having finished his deeds of blood. And all about him lay those he had slain."
The children having listened entranced to the story, now stirred; Maizie was the first to speak. "I think the knight was horrid," she said.
"I like him," said soft little Daphne who was now a constant, happy visitor at the Procter home.
"I think a brave knight is bully," said Graham Bartlett, as constant a visitor as Daphne.
"I would slay mine by the hundred," cried Peter boastfully.
Graham looked off into the distance. "I shall fare forth some day," he said, "and lead my armies to victory proudly, yet disdainfully. I shall have no love in my heart, only sternness."
"Drusilla can tell some wonderful tales of knights," said Suzanna. "Does she tell you stories when you go to visit her, Graham?"
Graham colored hotly. "I haven't been to see her lately," he answered; then, "I'll tell you, let's go today."