The Man.
I cannot help it; I must take them in my hands once more. Here is the little horse without a tail. "Gee up, gee up, little horse! Where are you galloping to?"
"Oh, a long way off, Papa—a long way off, to where there are fields and forests of green."
"Will you take me with you on your little horse?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, Papa! Climb on to his back, dearest Papa!—— ——" And here is the little pasteboard helmet which I tried on my own head the day that we bought it in the shop and made so merry over it. "Who are you?"
"I am a knight, Papa—the most powerful, daring knight."
"And where are you going to, little knight?"
"To slay a dragon, dear Papa, and to set his prisoners free."
"Go then, go then, little knight————"
[The Man's Wife bursts into tears.]