"You can't deny him that." "No," said Joan gently.

"And why should I deny it?
For the blue and silver maid liked the knight." Kenny's heart leaped to his eyes.
"They wandered on the hills and they wandered in the valley.

And then the maid in blue and silver, who was all rose petals and sun shadows and the glory of autumn, ran back to the fountain.

She had forgotten to cover it with the stone and the valley was flooded.

There beautiful and calm stretched the lake of Killarney and I hope it was moonlight." "And the knight and the maid ?" Joan had forgotten their game of pretense.