"And this is my little grandchild?" said the count; and he took Nan upon his knee, and covered her with caresses.
Then the story of the dill and the verse was told. "Yes," said the count, "I truly was envious of you, Clementina, when I saw Nan."
After a little, he looked at his daughter sorrowfully. "I should dearly love to take you up to the castle with me, Clementina," said he, "and let you live there always, and make you and the little child my heirs. But how can I? You are disinherited, you know."
"I don't see any way," assented Dame Clementina, sadly.
Dame Elizabeth was still there, and she spoke up to the count with a curtesy.
"Noble sir," said she, "why don't you make another will?"
"Why, sure enough," cried the count with great delight, "why don't I? I'll have my lawyer up to the castle to-morrow."
