ck in a chorus of youthful voices.
"I should like a funny tale," said Clement.
"I don't mind rather a sad one," said Lucy. "I mean one about naughty children."
"I like just what Papa likes to tell," said George, who had set himself down on a footstool at his father's feet.
"Mamma, dear," said little Nelly, the youngest of the party, "do please shut your eyes and go to sleep, that you mayn't be able to say, 'Nelly, it's time for you to go to bed' just in the middle."
"Well," said Mr. Percival laughing, "I will try what I can do to please you all. Let me think a minute. Oh, I know!
"Once upon a time--"
"Once upon a time! That is the way you always begin, Papa," said Lucy.
"Well, then, will this do for you, young lady?"
* * * * *
It was getting dusk on a September evening when a young traveller entered the village of Seely. Foot-sore and weary, he sank upon a grassy bank to rest.
He had not been there long bef