princess shrieked.

"'Come to my arms, my bride,' he cried. 'I have won you fairly.
I am the king who conquers all kings!'

"He clasped her fainting form to his breast and spurred his white
horse to the tombs. A tempest of rain broke over the valley and
blotted them from sight. Very sadly the old king and courtiers
rode home, and never, never again did human eye behold the proud
princess. But when those long, white clouds sweep across the
sky, the country people in the land where she lived say, 'Look
you, there is the Wedding Veil of the Proud Princess.'"

The weird spell of the tale rested on us for some moments after
the Story Girl had finished. We had walked with her in the place
of death and grown cold with the horror that chilled the heart of
the poor princess. Dan presently broke the spell.

"You see it doesn't do to be too proud, Felicity," he remarked,
giving her a poke. "You'd better not say too much about Peter's
patches."



CHAPTER V. PETER GOES TO CHURCH

There was no Sunday School the next afternoon, as superintendent
and teachers wished to attend a communion service at Markdale.
The Carlisle service was in the evening, and at sunset we were
waiting at Uncle Alec's front door for Peter and the Story Girl.