"How easy it is to become good," said William cheerfully. "I will
begin at once."

So impatient was he to become a Brother Dove--


(But here Martin Pippin broke off abruptly, and catching the rope of
the swing in his left hand he gave it a great lurch.

Joan: Oh! Oh! Oh!

Martin: I perceive, Mistress Joan, that you lose interest in my
story. Your mouth droops.

Joan: Oh, no! Oh, no! It is only--it is a very nice story--but--

Martin: What cannot be said aloud can frequently be whispered.

He leaned his ear close to her mouth, and very shyly she whispered
into it.

Joan (whispering very shyly): Why must the young King join a
Brotherhood? I thought...this was to be a...love story.

Martin smiled and chose an apple from her lap.

"Keep this for me," said he, "until I ask for it; and if you are not
then satisfied, neither will I be")