"Brian de Bois Guilbert," said Toney.
"It is Little Love," said Tom Seddon.
"And the one next to him is Dove," said the widow.
"Formerly Dove, but now Athelstane the Saxon," said Toney. "He is a knight of great prowess, and has royal blood in his veins."
"And the other little man standing in front of the black horse, who is he?" asked Rosabel.
"Why, that is Bliss," said the widow.
"No longer Bliss," said Toney, "but the accomplished and gallant Maurice de Bracy."
"And Ned Botts and Sam Perch," said the widow, "who have they become?"
"Those two gentlemen," said Toney, "have selected their designations from localities to which they are strongly attached and desire to honor by their valorous deeds of knighthood. Mr. Botts, who formerly resided in a village where each householder was required by an immemorial custom to keep at least six of the canine species, whose barking and howling at night were supposed to be good for persons afflicted with typhoid fever, calls himself the Knight of Cunopolis."
"Cunopolis!" said Ida. "Oh, what a pretty name!"