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'_Wilt I_!' I cry in ecstasy, and we leap on the back of a charger hitched to the Colonel's horseblock. WILT I CRY IN ECSTASY AND WE LEAP ON THE BACK OF A CHARGER HITCHED TO THE COLONEL'S HORSE BLOCK
on. When I awake the aged Colonel is bending over me, his long white goat's beard tickling my chin." (Mother Carey stops her darning now and Kathleen makes no pretence of sewing; the story is fast approaching its climax,--everybody feels that, including Peter, who hopes that he will be in it, in some guise or other, before it ends.) "'Art thou married, lady?' the aged one asks courteously, 'and if not, wilt thou be mine?'" "I tremble, because he does not seem to notice that he is eighty or ninety and I but fifteen, yet I fear if I reject him too scornfully and speedily the Yellow House will never be mine. 'Grant me a little time in which to fit myself for this great honor,' I say modestly, and a mighty good idea, too, that I got out of a book the other day; when suddenly, as I gaze upward, my suitor's white hair turns to brown, his beard drops off, his wrinkles disappear, and he stands before me a young Knight, in full armor. 'Wilt go to the yellow castle with me, sweet lady?' he asks. NSPECTED BUT HOPED FOR ANSWER I FALL INTO A DEEP SWOON WHEN I WINK THE AGED COLONEL IS BENDING OVER ME HIS LONG WHITE GOAT SPEAR TICKLING MY CHIN MOTHER CAREY STOPS HER DARNING NOW AND KATHLEEN MAKES NO PRETENSE OF SEWING THE STORY IS FAST APPROACHING ITS CLIMAX EVERYBODY FEELS THAT INCLUDING PETER WHO HOPES HE WILL BE IN IT IN SOME GUISE OR OTHER BEFORE IT ENDS ART THOU MERRY LADY THE AGEWOODEN ASKED COURTEOUSLY AND IF NOT WILT THOU BE MINE I TREMBLE BECAUSE HE DOES NOT SEEM TO NOTICE THAT HE IS EIGHTY OR NINETY AND I BUT FIFTEEN YET I FEAR IF I REJECT HIM TOO SCORNFULLY AND SPEEDILY THE YELLOW HOUSE WILL NEVER BE MINE GRANT ME A LITTLE TIME IN WHICH TO FIT MYSELF FOR THIS GREAT HONOR I SAY MODESTLY AND A MIGHTY GOOD IDEA TOO THAT I GOT OUT OF A BOOK THE OTHER DAY WHEN SUDDENLY I GAZE UPWARD MY SUITOR'S WHITE HAIR TURNS TO BROWN HIS BEARD DROPS OFF HIS WRINKLES DISAPPEAR AND HE STANDS BEFORE ME A YOUNG KNIGHT IN FULL ARMOUR WILT THOU GO TO THE YELLOW CASTLE WITH ME SWEET LADY HE ASKED
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