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“So the poor knight is to be left sticking in the hedge, is he?” asked Mr. Brooke, still watching the river, and playing with the wild rose in his buttonhole. “I guess the princess gave him a posy, and opened the gate after a while,” said Laurie, smiling to himself, as he threw acorns at his tutor. “What a piece of nonsense we have made! With practice we might do something quite clever. Do you know Truth?” “I hope so,” said Meg soberly. “The game, I mean?” “What is it?” said Fred. “Why, you pile up your hands, choo…