There was no figure in the piece, which was bounded on one side by a great armoire, and on the other by the jamb of the chimney; but from extreme corner projected the plume of a helmet and the tip of a lance.

There was someone there; someone riding towards the trees.

It grew upon Philip that that little wood was a happy place, most happy and desirable.

He fancied himself the knight, and he longed to be moving up the links of the stream.

He followed every step of the way, across the shallow ford, past the sedges of a backwater, between two clumps of willows, and then over smooth green grass to the edge of the wood.