'Bravo! Sir Philip.' 'It wasn't me,' said Philip difficultly, when the crowd paused for breath; 'it was Lucy thought of it.' 'Bravo! Bravo!' shouted the crowd louder than ever.

'Bravo, for the Lady Lucy! Bravo for Sir Philip, the modest truth-teller!' [Illustration: So, all down the wide clear floor, Lucy danced.] 'Bravo, my dear,' said Mr.Noah, waving his hat and thumping Lucy on the back.
'I'm awfully glad I thought of it,' she said; 'that makes two deeds Sir Philip's done, doesn't it?
Two out of the seven.' 'Yes, indeed,' said Mr.Noah enthusiastically.

'I must make him a baronet now.

His title will grow grander with each deed.

There's an old prophecy that the person who finds out how to unravel the carpet must be the first to dance in the Hall of Public Amusements.
'The clever one, the noble one, Who makes the carpet come undone, Shall be the first to dance a measure Within the Hall of public pleasure.
I suppose public _amusement_ was too difficult a rhyme even for these highly-skilled poets, our astrologers.