(Peter nods his head at the mention of each precious coin and then claps his hands, and hugs himself with joy, and rocks himself to and fro on the hassock, in his ecstasy at being the little god in the machine.)

“Then down the village street there is the sound of hurrying horses’ feet, and in a twinkling a gayly painted chariot comes into view, and in it are sitting the Queen Mother and the Crown Prince and Princess of the House of Carey.  They alight; Peter meets them at the gate, a pot of gold in each hand.  They enter the castle and put their umbrellas in one corner of the front hall and their rubbers in the other one, behind the door.  Lady Nancibel trips up the steps after them and, turning, says graciously to her Knight, ’Would you just as soon marry somebody else?  I am very much attached to my family, and they will need me dreadfully while they are getting settled.’

“‘I did not recall the fact that I had asked you to be mine,’ courteously answers the youth.

“‘You did,’ she responds, very much embarrassed, as she supposed of course he would remember his offer made when he was an old man with a goat’s beard; ’but gladly will I forget all, if you will relinquish my hand.’

“‘As you please!’ answers the Knight generously.  ’I can deny you nothing when I remember you have brought me back my youth.  Prithee, is the other lady bespoke, she of the golden hair?’

“‘Many have asked, but I have chosen none,’ answers the Crown Princess Kitty modestly, as is her wont.

“‘Then you will do nicely,’ says the Knight, ’since all I wish is to be son-in-law to the Queen Mother!’

“‘Right you are, my hearty!’ cries Prince Gilbert de Carey, ’and as we much do need a hand at the silver-polishing I will gladly give my sister in marriage!’

“So they all went into Beulah Castle and locked the door behind them, and there they lived in great happiness and comfort all the days of their lives, and there they died when it came their time, and they were all buried by the shores of the shining river of Beulah!”

“Oh! it is perfectly splendid!” cried Kathleen.  “About the best one you ever told!  But do change the end a bit, Nancy dear!  It’s dreadful for him to marry Kitty when he chose Nancibel first.  I’d like him awfully, but I don’t want to take him that way!”

“Well, how would this do?” and Nancy pondered a moment before going on:  “‘Right you are, my hearty!’ cries Prince Gilbert de Carey, ’and as we do need a hand at the silver-polishing I will gladly give my sister in marriage.’

“‘Hold!’ cries the Queen Mother.  ’All is not as it should be in this coil!  How can you tell,’ she says, turning to the knightly stranger, ’that memory will not awake one day, and you recall the adoration you felt when you first beheld the Lady Nancibel in a deep swoon?’

“The Young Knight’s eyes took on a far-away look and he put his hand to his forehead.