It held no lure for the leader and his knightly following.

Further on a path led in a curve under shady trees and away from the street.

It made the way to school longer, but the lure of the curving, shady path was irresistible.

Still stepping bravely to the old abolitionist hymn, the procession moved along, swung into the path under the trees and suddenly came to a halt.

With a magnificent flourish the band concluded its triumphant hymn and with the conductor and brigadier the whole brigade stood rigidly at attention.