with brown thread. "This is outline stitch, and the design must all be
outlined with this, using different colors according to the part of it you
are working. Then each space is to be filled in with another stitch--you
see it here in the tapestry. For the background we will use still another
stitch, and when you are covering large spaces the work is to be done in
tent-stitch. Every inch of this linen will be covered with embroidery when
it is finished, you know."

Eleanor looked very grave and responsible. She saw long years of work
before her, occupied with the triumphant career of the soldier-saint. But
the new work proved so fascinating that an hour had gone by before she
knew it. It was hard to tear herself away and go down to the chilly stone
hall. She was not expected to come very near the fire of blazing logs, and
felt her grandmother's eye constantly upon her lest she should not sit
erect or behave as a well-born maiden should. She felt also that if Lady
Ebba knew how much time would be consumed by the adventures of Saint
George, she would begin a calculation of the number of skeins of linen
thread that might be spun in that time, to the enrichment of the family.
Eleanor privately thought that there was bed-linen in the castle to last
for at least twenty years--which was true.

Letters had been received at the castle that day. Sir Walter was on his
way home, and with him an English knight who had been his friend for many
years--ever since they were squires together in Normandy. Lady Philippa
looked rather sad and wistful when she spoke of Sir Hugh l'Estrange. He
had married her dearest childhood friend, Alazais de Montfaucon, and
Alazais was dead. She had gone a bride into that foreign land, lived seven
happy years, and died. Eleanor could not help wondering whether she should
ever have any friends who were dear to her as these early friends were to
her father and mother. She had never played with any other children at