"I am not worthy." "Nay," said his master, "but you have fairly won your spurs.

They made me a knight when I was but two years of my age, and I cried all the time for my nurse, your good mother, who, when she came, comforted me with pap.

Surely it was right that I should make a place for my foster-brother within the goodly circle of the Douglas knights." [Illustration: "I AM TOO YOUNG," HE MUTTERED; "I AM NOT WORTHY."].