that the plumes on his helmet were white.

"Nearer and nearer he rode, and now, as he reached the foot of the
cliff, the Princess Lora saw that he was handsome, for his visor was
up, and even from that height she could see that his eyes were dark,
and fine. He had seen her portrait that a great artist had painted,
and he had vowed that he would win her.

"Bravely he urged his white steed up the side of the cliff, and the
charger, placing his hoofs in the crevices, climbed steadily higher
until, at last, the brave knight stood at the castle gate, blowing his
bugle to demand admittance.

"At the sound of the bugle, the iron gates flew open, he rode boldly
into the courtyard, and up to the door. He had shown himself to be so
brave that no one dared oppose him, and after staying a month at the
castle, he rode away, carrying the lovely Princess Lora as his bride,
and they lived happy ever after."

"There!" cried Polly, "I've told that almost word for word."

"That was a lovely story," said Rose, "and I always like them when
they commence, 'Once upon a time,' and end with, 'They lived happy
ever after.'"

"So do I," said Sprite, "and just think of the lovely times we'll have
this Summer, when we're _all_ at the Cliffs, at Cliffmore, that is,
if you're coming down to the shore. Oh, _are_ you?"

"Uncle John says we'll enjoy the earlier part of the Summer here, and