No, I can't tell it.

Come in the house, and I'll get the book and let you read it for yoahself!" "No, I'd rather hear the reason from your own lips.

Besides, some one would interrupt us in there, and I want to understand where I'm 'at' before that happens." "Well," she began again, "it is a story Mrs.Walton told us once when our Shadow Club was in disgrace, because one of the girls eloped, and we were all in such trouble about it that we vowed we'd be old maids.
Afterward it was the cause of our forming another club that we called the 'Ordah of Hildegarde.' I'll give you a sawt of an outline now, if you'll promise to read the entiah thing aftahward." "I'll promise," agreed Phil.
"Then, this is it.

Once there were three maidens, of whom it was written in the stahs that each was to wed a prince, provided she could weave a mantle that should fit his royal shouldahs as the falcon's feathahs fit the falcon.

Each had a mirror beside her loom like the Lady of Shalott's in which the shadows of the world appeahed.
"One maiden wove in secret, and falling in love with a page who daily passed her mirror, imagined him to be a prince, and wove her web to fit his unworthy shouldahs.