We stared in one another’s faces, feeling guilty of a kind of disloyalty, yet compelled to acknowledge this great truth. In our hearts we remembered to have noticed this thing before: That getting ready for a thing was more fun than doing that thing.
“Why couldn’t we get a quest?” inquired Margaret Amelia. “Then it wouldn’t have to stop. It’d last every day.”
That was the obvious solution: We would get a quest.
“Girls can’t quest, can they?” Betty suggested doubtfully.
We looked in one another’s faces. Could it be true? Did the damsels sit at home? Was it only the knights who quested?
Delia was a free soul. Forthwith she made a precedent.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t know whether they did quest. But they can quest. So let’s do it.”
The reason in this appealed to us all. Immediately we confronted the problem: What should we quest for?
We stared off over the valley through which the little river ran shining and slipped beyond our horizon.
“I wonder,” said Mary Elizabeth, “if it would be wrong to quest for the Holy Grail now.”