"Then Elaine it shall be—"
"And you must be Lancelot," cried Anne, eagerly.
"But he is Launcelot," said puzzled Judy.
Anne and Launcelot laughed. "Well, you see," said Anne, "in the poem Elaine is in love with a knight named Lancelot, and he doesn't love her, and she dies, and when she is dead they put her on a barge and send her to the court of King Arthur, where Lancelot is one of the knights, and there is a letter to him in her hand, and a lily, and it's lovely," she finished breathlessly.
"We shall have a hard time to build a barge," said Launcelot, with a shake of his head.
"But we must have that scene, Launcelot," insisted Anne.
"Never mind," said Judy, who believed that all difficulties could be surmounted in this line, "we will find something. How many pictures shall we have for 'Elaine,' Anne?"
"We could have her giving him the 'red sleeve broider'd with pearls,' and then we could have him ill in the cave, and the scene in the garden, and at her window when he rides away, and then on the barge."
"We'll have to outline the story," said Launcelot; "the poem would be too long."
"But we could get in some of it, like the little song about Love and Death," said Anne, anxiously, for being too young to know tragedy or love, she was yet enamoured by that which was beyond her comprehension.