“Little goose girl, who kept a hundred fat geese in the field,” said Amy, when Sallie’s invention gave out.  “The little girl was sorry for them, and asked an old woman what she should do to help them.  ‘Your geese will tell you, they know everything.’ said the old woman.  So she asked what she should use for new heads, since the old ones were lost, and all the geese opened their hundred mouths and screamed . . .”

“‘Cabbages!’” continued Laurie promptly. “‘Just the thing,’ said the girl, and ran to get twelve fine ones from her garden.  She put them on, the knights revived at once, thanked her, and went on their way rejoicing, never knowing the difference, for there were so many other heads like them in the world that no one thought anything of it.  The knight in whom I’m interested went back to find the pretty face, and learned that the princesses had spun themselves free and all gone and married, but one.  He was in a great state of mind at that, and mounting the colt, who stood by him through thick and thin, rushed to the castle to see which was left.  Peeping over the hedge, he saw the queen of his affections picking flowers in her garden.  ‘Will you give me a rose?’ said he.  ’You must come and get it.  I can’t come to you, it isn’t proper,’ said she, as sweet as honey.  He tried to climb over the hedge, but it seemed to grow higher and higher.  Then he tried to push through, but it grew thicker and thicker, and he was in despair.  So he patiently broke twig after twig till he had made a little hole through which he peeped, saying imploringly, ‘Let me in!  Let me in!’ But the pretty princess did not seem to understand, for she picked her roses quietly, and left him to fight his way in.  Whether he did or not, Frank will tell you.”

“I can’t.  I’m not playing, I never do,” said Frank, dismayed at the sentimental predicament out of which he was to rescue the absurd couple.  Beth had disappeared behind Jo, and Grace was asleep.

“So the poor knight is to be left sticking in the hedge, is he?” asked Mr. Brooke, still watching the river, and playing with the wild rose in his buttonhole.

“I guess the princess gave him a posy, and opened the gate after a while,” said Laurie, smiling to himself, as he threw acorns at his tutor.

“What a piece of nonsense we have made!  With practice we might do something quite clever.  Do you know Truth?”

“I hope so,” said Meg soberly.

“The game, I mean?”

“What is it?” said Fred.

“Why, you pile up your hands, choose a number, and draw out in turn, and the person who draws at the number has to answer truly any question put by the rest.  It’s great fun.”

“Let’s try it,” said Jo, who liked new experiments.

Miss Kate and Mr. Brooke, Meg, and Ned declined, but Fred, Sallie, Jo, and Laurie piled and drew, and the lot fell to Laurie.

“Who are your heroes?” asked Jo.