Well, sitting in her brother's lap--(what, fifteen years old?)--yes,
sitting in her brother's lap, she had to tell over and over again all
she thought and felt that afternoon, and to hear over and over again
what a dreadful time they had keeping the secret from her. How they
were so afraid that she would find out that they expected to meet her
brother--how he had been so anxious that she should not be told lest by
some accident he shouldn't arrive, and then she would be bitterly
disappointed and her Thanksgiving spoiled.

Accident! Letty shuddered each time that they reached that part of the
story, for she thought how nearly the accident had happened, and as she
knelt to say her prayers that night it was with a penitent heart that
she remembered how she had felt in the morning, and she had added
fervently, "Dear Lord, I thank Thee for this beautiful Thanksgiving."




THE KNIGHT'S DILEMMA.

(FROM CHAUCER.)

One of the nobles of King Arthur's court had grievously transgressed
the laws of chivalry and knightly honor, and for this cause had he been
condemned to suffer death. Great sorrow reigned among all the lords
and dames, and Queen Guinevere, on bent knees, had sued the king's
pardon for the recreant knight. At length, after many entreaties,
Arthur's generous heart relented, and he gave the doomed life into the
queen's hands to do with it as she willed.