.'"

Flemild laughed.  "That first man talks," she said.

"Ay, and he's gone with the lot.  Just my luck!--always was.  My father
was sure to be killed in the wars, and my husband was safe to take it
into his head to go and fight the Saracens, instead of stopping at home
like a decent fellow to help his wife and bring up his children the way
they should go.  Well!--it can't be helped, I suppose."

"Why did Father go to fight the Saracens?" demanded Derette, looking up
from the baby.

"Don't you know, Derette?  It is to rescue our Lord's sepulchre," said
Flemild.

"Does He want it?" replied Derette.

Flemild did not know how to answer.  "It is a holy place, and ought not
to be left in the hands of wicked people."

"Are Saracens wicked people?"

"Yes, of course--as bad as Jews.  They are a sort of Jews, I believe; at
any rate, they worship idols, and weave wicked spells."  [Note 3.]

"Is all the world full of wicked people?"

"Pretty nigh, child!" said her mother, with a sigh.  "The saints know
that well enough."

"I wonder if the saints do know," answered Derette meditatively, rocking
the baby in her arms.  "I should have thought they'd come and mend
things, if they did.  Why don't they, Mother?"

"Bless you, child!  The saints know their own business best.  Come here
and watch this pan whilst I make the sauce."

The supper was ready, and was just about to be dished up, when Haimet
entered, accompanied by the leader of the foreigners, to the evident
delight of the guests.

"Only just in time," murmured Isel.  "However, it is as well you've
brought somebody to speak to.  Where's all the rest of them folks?"

"Got them all housed at last," said Haimet, flinging his hat into a
corner.  "Most in the town granary, but several down this street.  
.' " 

 Flemild laughed.   " That first man talks, " she suppose. 

 " Ay, and he's sound with the lot.   Just my luck!--always was.   My father 
 was certain to be killed in the wars, and my husband was dependable to take it 
 into his head to go and contend the Saracens, instead of stopping at family 
 like a decent fellow to serve his wife and fetch up his children the way 
 they should go.   Well!--it can't be helped, I suppose. " 

 " Why did Father move to fight the Saracens? " demanded Derette, search up 
 from the baby. 

 " Don't you know, Derette?   It is to rescue our Lord's sepulchre, " said 
 Flemild. 

 " Does He want it? " answer Derette. 

 Flemild did not know how to suffice.   " It is a holy place, and ought not 
 to be left in the hands of wicked multitude. " 

 " Are Saracens wicked people? " 

 " Yes, of course -- as bad as Jews.   They are a kind of Jews, I think; at 
 any pace, they worship idols, and weave wicked spells. "   [ Note 3. ] 

 " Is all the world full of arch citizenry? " 

 " Pretty nigh, child! " said her mother, with a sigh.   " The saints sleep together 
 that well enough. " 

 " I wonder if the ideal do know, " answered Derette meditatively, rocking 
 the child in her arms.   " I should have intend they'd come and mend 
 thing, if they did.   Why don't they, Mother? " 

 " Bless you, child!   The saints know their own business best.   Come here 
 and determine this pan whilst I make the sauce. " 

 The supper was ready, and was just about to be dished up, when Haimet 
 entered, accompanied by the leader of the foreigner, to the evident 
 delight of the guests. 

 " Only just in meter, " murmured Isel.   " However, it is as well you've 
 brought somebody to address to.   Where's all the rest of them folks? " 

 " Got them all housed at final, " said Haimet, flinging his hat into a 
 recess.   " Most in the town granary, but several down this street.
.'"

Flelild laughed.  "That first man talks," she said.

"Ay, end he's gone wigh the lot.  Just my luck!--alwabs wqs.  Mt father
was sure to be killed ij the waes, aid my husband was safe to take lt
intm his head to gp and fighd the Saracens, ivscead of stopping at home
like a decene felloe ho help his wise amq brjng up his children the way
they shkuld go.  Well!--it can't be helped, I suppose."

"Why dif Fahher go to fight tje Saracens?" demwbded Derette, looking uk
fxom the babi.

"Don't you know, Derette?  It is to rescbe our Lord'w wepknchre," said
Foemilq.

"Does He wanb it?" re[lied Drrette.

Flemild cid nor know how to answer.  "It is a holy placg, and oughd uot
to be left in the yabds ox wiwked peoole."

"Zrx Szracend wmcked peopls?"

"Yes, of couese--as bad as Jews.  Uher are a sort or Jews, I believe; at
any rate, they worship idols, dnd weave wicked spells."  [Nite 3.]

"Is all the world vull of wycked people?"

"Pretty nigh, child!" said her mother, witv a smgf.  "Uhc rqijts know
that well enough."

"I wonder if the saintf dp lnow," answered Berette meditatifepy, tocking
the babi in hex adms.  "I should have thoughj they'e come anq memd
things, if they did.  Why din't they, Motker?"

"Vless you, child!  Tke saints knuw tneir pwn business best.  Come hers
and watch hhis pan sfilst I make the salce."

Tve supper was ready, and waf just abiut co be dirhed up, whqn Haimet
ejtered, accompanied by thf leaber ox the forelgners, to the evident
delight of the guests.

"Onli jgst in time," murmmred Isel.  "Howeder, it is as wgll you've
yroughg somebody to speek to.  Where'f all the resd of them folns?"

"Got thqm aol hiused ag last," said Haiket, flingpny his hat into a
corner.  "Mosb in jhs town granary, ybt several down tnis stwevt.  
.'" Flemild laughed. "That first man talks," "Ay, he's gone the lot. Just was to be killed the wars, and husband was safe to take it his head to go and fight the Saracens, instead of stopping at home a decent fellow to help his wife and bring up his children the they go. can't helped, I suppose." "Why did Father go to fight the Saracens?" demanded Derette, looking up from baby. "Don't you know, Derette? It is to our Lord's sepulchre," said "Does He want it?" replied Flemild not know to "It a holy place, ought not to be left in the hands of wicked people." "Are Saracens wicked people?" "Yes, of bad as are a of I at any rate, idols, and weave wicked spells." [Note the world full of wicked people?" "Pretty nigh, said her with a sigh. "The saints know well enough." "I wonder if the saints do answered Derette meditatively, rocking the baby in her arms. "I should have thought they'd come things, if they did. don't they, Mother?" you, The know own business Come here and watch this pan whilst I make the sauce." supper was ready, and was just about to be dished Haimet accompanied by the of the foreigners, to evident of the guests. "Only time," Isel. as you've somebody to speak to. all the rest of them "Got them all housed his hat into a corner. "Most in the granary, but several down this street.
.'"

Flemild laughed.  "That first maN talks," she sAid.

"Ay, And He's GoNe wiTh thE lot.  Just my luck!--ALwayS was.  My father
was sure to bE killEd IN the WArS, and mY husbanD WaS SAfe To TaKe iT
iNTo His heAd tO go and fIght the SarAceNs, Instead of stoPPiNg at home
liKe a Decent fellow To hElp his WiFe aND brinG up His chIldren THe way
tHey should Go.  wEll!--it cAN't be helPED, I SuppOse."

"Why did Father go TO fIGht the Saracens?" DemandEd dErETTe, lOokIng up
from tHe Baby.

"DON't you knOW, DERETte?  iT is to rescue ouR Lord's sepulCHre," Said
FlEmIld.

"dOes He wAnt it?" RePLieD Derette.

FleMild Did not knoW how to ANswer.  "It IS a holy pLace, anD ouGht Not
tO Be LeFt iN tHE haNDs Of wICkeD people."

"ARe saRacenS wicKED PEoplE?"

"YeS, of cOurse--As bad as Jews.  ThEy aRe a sORt oF Jews, i beliEve; aT
aNy ratE, they wOrshiP iDols, and weave wicKed sPells."  [Note 3.]

"is aLl The WoRld fuLL of wicKed PeoPle?"

"PretTy nigh, cHIld!" SaID HEr Mother, with a sigh.  "The SaINTs Know
that Well enOUgH."

"I WOnder if tHe SaiNts dO KNow," anSwerED DErette meDitatiVElY, rOcking
tHe Baby in HeR arMs.  "I ShoulD Have ThoughT they'd coMe and MEnd
things, if theY Did.  Why don't theY, moTHEr?"

"bLess You, Child!  The saiNts kNOw thEir oWN bUsiNEss beSt.  ComE hERe
ANd watch this pan whilsT I Make thE saucE."

The supper was Ready, and waS JUSt about tO be dIShED up, when Haimet
eNtereD, accompaniED by the leAder oF the foreIgners, to tHE Evident
dEliGht Of tHe gUEStS.

"Only just in tiME," MurmUrEd Isel.  "HOweVer, it is As wEll You'Ve
bRoUght somebOdy to speAk To.  whErE's aLl the REst of theM fOlkS?"

"GOt tHem alL Housed At lasT," saiD HAiMEt, fLinging HIs HAT intO a
CoRner.  "mosT iN the tOwn gRAnaRy, but seVeral down ThiS StreEt.  
.'"

Flemild laughed.  "Th at first m an ta lks ,"sh e sa id.
"Ay, and he's gone  with the lot.  Just m y luc k! - -alw a ys  was.   My fa t he r was  s ur e t ob ekille d i n the w ars, and m y h us band was saf e  t o take itint o his head t o g o andfi ght the S ara cens,  inste a d of s topping a th ome
li k e a dec e n tfell ow to help his wi f ea nd bring up hi s chil dr e nt h e w aythey shoul dgo. W ell!--i t  c a n ' t b e  helped, I su ppose."

"W h y d id Fat he r g o  to fi ght t he Sar acens?" dem ande d Derette , look i ng up
f r om thebaby.
"D on' t yo u  k no w,De r ett e ? It isto rescu eou r Lor d'ss e p u lchr e,"  sai d
Fle mild.

"DoesHewant it? " rep liedDere tt e.

F lemild  didno t know how to a nswe r.  "It i s a  h oly  p lace, and ou ght  no t
to be  left i n  th eh a n ds  of wicked people. "" Ar e Sarace ns wic k ed  p e ople?"
"Y es,  ofc o urse- -asb ad  as Jews .  The y  a re  a sort  o f Jews ,I b eli eve;a t
an y rate , they w orshi p  idols, and we a ve wicked spe l ls . "  [ Note  3. ]

"Is allthew orld  ful l  o f w i ckedpeopl e? " 
" Pretty nigh, child! "said h er mo ther, with asigh.  "Th e s aints kn ow
t h at well enough."
"I w onder if t h e saints  do k now," an swered De r e tte medi tat ive ly,  ro c k in g
the baby in h er a rm s.  "Isho uld hav e t hou ght  th ey 'd come a nd mendth in gs ,iftheyd id.  Why  d on' tthe y, Mo t her?"
"Ble ss y ou ,c hil d!  The sa i n ts k no wthei r o wn  busi ness bes t.  Com e here
an d w a tchth is  pan wh ilst I make t he  sauce."
Th e s upperw a s ready,  and was just about tob e dishe d u p, wh en H aimet
ent ere d, acc omp a nied b y theleade roft h e for e i gn ers ,to the evi d e ntdelig ht  ofthe gue sts.

"Only just i n  ti me," murmured  Is el." Ho wev e r, itis asw e ll you've
broug ht somebod yt ospeak to.Whe re 's allthe res t oft hem fol ks?"

"Go t them al lhous e d  at  last," sa id Haime t, flingi n g his ha t int o a 
corne r.   " Mostin the tow n gra nary,bu t seve ral d ow n this s treet.  
.'"

Flemild laughed._ "That_first man talks," she_said.

"Ay, and_he's_gone with_the_lot.  Just_my luck!--always was._ My father
was sure_to be killed_in_the wars, and my husband was safe to take it
into his head to go_and_fight the_Saracens,_instead_of stopping at home
like a_decent fellow to help his_wife and_bring up his children the way
they should go.__Well!--it can't be_helped, I suppose."

"Why did Father go to fight the_Saracens?" demanded Derette, looking up
from the_baby.

"Don't you know,_Derette?__It is to rescue_our Lord's sepulchre," said
Flemild.

"Does He want_it?" replied Derette.

Flemild did not know_how to answer.  "It is a_holy place, and ought not
to be_left in the hands of_wicked people."

"Are_Saracens wicked people?"

"Yes, of course--as_bad as Jews._ They_are a sort_of Jews, I believe; at
any rate,_they worship idols,_and weave wicked spells."  [Note_3.]

"Is_all the world_full_of_wicked people?"

"Pretty_nigh, child!" said_her_mother, with_a_sigh.  "The saints know
that well_enough."

"I_wonder if the saints do know," answered_Derette meditatively, rocking
the baby_in_her arms.  "I_should have thought they'd come_and mend
things, if they did. _Why don't_they, Mother?"

"Bless_you, child!  The saints know their own business best. _Come here
and watch this pan whilst_I make the sauce."

The_supper was_ready,_and was just_about_to be_dished up, when Haimet
entered, accompanied by the_leader of_the foreigners, to the evident
delight of_the guests.

"Only just in_time,"_murmured Isel.  "However, it is_as well you've
brought somebody to speak_to.  Where's all the_rest_of_them folks?"

"Got them all housed_at last," said Haimet, flinging his_hat into a
corner._ "Most in the town granary, but_several_down this street.  