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    Chapter 15

    SANDY'S TALE

    AND so I'm proprietor of some knights," said I, as we rode off. "Who would ever have supposed that I should live to list up assets of that sort. I shan't know what to do with them; unless I raffle them off. How many of them are there, Sandy?"

    "Seven, please you, sir, and their squires."

    "It is a good haul. Who are they? Where do they hang out?"

    "Where do they hang out?"

    "Yes, where do they live?"

    "Ah, I understood thee not. That will I tell eftsoons." Then she said musingly, and softly, turning the words daintily over her tongue: "Hang they out -- hang they out -- where hang -- where do they hang out; eh, right so; where do they hang out. Of a truth the phrase hath a fair and winsome grace, and is prettily worded withal. I will repeat it anon and anon in mine idlesse, whereby I may peradventure learn it. Where do they hang out. Even so! already it falleth trippingly from my tongue, and forasmuch as -- "

    "Don't forget the cowboys, Sandy."

    "Cowboys?"

    "Yes; the knights, you know: You were going to tell me about them. A while back, you remember. Figuratively speaking, game's called."

    "Game -- "

    "Yes, yes, yes! Go to the bat. I mean, get to work on your statistics, and don't burn so much kindling getting your fire started. Tell me about the knights."

    "I will well, and lightly will begin. So they two departed and rode into a great forest. And -- "

    "Great Scott!"

    You see, I recognized my mistake at once. I had set her works a-going; it was my own fault; she would be thirty days getting down to those facts. And she generally began without a preface and finished without a result. If you interrupted her she would either go right along without noticing, or answer with a couple of words, and go back and say the sentence over again. So, interruptions only did harm; and yet I had to interrupt, and interrupt pretty frequently, too, in order to save my life; a person would die if he let her monotony drip on him right along all day.

    "Great Scott! " I said in my distress. She went right back and began over again:

    "So they two departed and rode into a great forest. And -- "


    "WHICH two?"

    "Sir Gawaine and Sir Uwaine. And so they came to an abbey of monks, and there were well lodged. So on the morn they heard their masses in the abbey, and so they rode forth till they came to a great forest; then was Sir Gawaine ware in a valley by a turret, of twelve fair damsels, and two knights armed on great horses, and the damsels went to and fro by a tree.

    And then was Sir Gawaine ware how there hung a white shield on that tree, and ever as the damsels came by it they spit upon it, and some threw mire upon the shield -- "

    "Now, if I hadn't seen the like myself in this country, Sandy, I wouldn't believe it. But I've seen it, and
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