The Hon. Sam had seen us coming from
afar apparently, had come forward to meet
us, and he was in high spirits.

``I am Prince John and Waldemar and
all the rest of 'em this day,'' he said, ``and
`it is thus,' '' quoting Sir Walter, ``that
we set the dutiful example of loyalty to the
Queen of Love and Beauty, and are ourselves
her guide to the throne which she
must this day occupy.'' And so saying,
the Hon. Sam marshalled the Blight to a
seat of honor next his own.

``And how do you know she is going to
be the Queen of Love and Beauty?'' asked
the little sister. The Hon. Sam winked at
me.

``Well, this tournament lies between
two gallant knights. One will make her
the Queen of his own accord, if he wins,
and if the other wins, he's got to, or I'll
break his head. I've given orders.'' And
the Hon. Sam looked about right and left
on the people who were his that day.

``Observe the nobles and ladies,'' he
said, still following Sir Walter, and waving
at the towns-people and visitors in the