CHAPTER XV.
SANDY'S TALE "And so I'm proprietor of some knights," said I, as we rode off.
"Who would ever have supposed that I should live to list up assets of that sort.

I shan't know what to do with them; unless I raffle them off.

How many of them are there, Sandy ?" "Seven, please you, sir, and their squires." "It is a good haul.

Who are they?
Where do they hang out ?" "Where do they hang out ?" "Yes, where do they live ?" "Ah, I understood thee not.

That will I tell eftsoons." Then she said musingly, and softly, turning the words daintily over her tongue: "Hang they out--hang they out--where hang--where do they hang out; eh, right so; where do they hang out.