een's three children, Robert, Genevieve, and James; and
at the present moment the oldest, Robert, was sitting with the Chevalier
on the palace lawn, gossiping.

"We will go tomorrow," the Chevalier was saying, and then the little boy
Robert went on about the old man he had seen on the mountain.

"I saw him once," said Robert. "Just before Mother went away. I ran away
from home, I did, and I was gone all day. Mother was terribly worried. I
ran away to the mountain, and I was muddy all over when I got back, and
it was dark, too! Mother was terribly worried. I was gone all day, I
was; and I didn't get back until after dark, I didn't; and I was muddy
all over. Oh, but it was dark. Mother, she was terribly worried." He
stopped to think it over, and then went on again. "There wasn't any
Tower then. It was just before the old chap came and built the Tower in
a night; you know about that, don't you? I ran away and didn't come home
until after dark, I didn't; Mother was worried; and Jenny--I never call
her Genevieve, because Jenny's shorter--and Jenny wouldn't go because
she was afraid, and James was too little, so I went all by myself; and
it was getting pretty dark, and I was starting home down the mountain,
because I knew Mother would be worried, and I saw the Old Man coming
down the mountain, and he didn't see me, and he had a pack on his back
and a long stick in his hand, and a gown belted in about the middle, and
he was kind of fat and bald-headed; and he didn't see me but I saw him,
and pretty soon he went down into a gully and I didn't see him any more,
and I came on home, because it was getting dark, and I knew Mother would
be worried."

"Then perhaps we had better not go up there," said Freddie.

"Oh no," said Robert. "It's a grand place to climb and gather berries
and flowers. And I'd like to see the Old Man again. Will you take me
there today?"

"Tomorrow," said Freddie, "if the Queen will permit."

At this moment Mr. Hanlon appeared, somewhat out of breath, and he and
Freddie went into the palace together. He was quite jubilant.

"Faith," said he, "'tis a tower indade, that tower, and a swate little
bit of a journey to the top of it, if there's iver a top at all. But
it's Michael Hanlon will do it, by the bones of St. Patrick, and don't
ye forget what I'm tellin' ye, me b'y. I've been up there this day, so
high, so high--! I'll niver tell ye how high. It's comin' better; me
wind and me legs are better; in a w