ause they had learned to make the best of
things and to find good even in trouble and disappointment; how Rosalind,
the daughter of the Duke, was also banished, and with her cousin and the
clown went to seek her father in the Forest; how Orlando, turned out of
his home by his cruel elder brother, also went to the Forest in company
with his old servant Adam; of their adventures there; and how finally the
wicked Duke and the heartless brother, who were pursuing the runaways,
came under the spell of the same Forest and repented of their evil deeds;
and the story ended in forgiveness and love under the greenwood tree.

It was just the day and place for the story. The joyous, lavish beauty of
summer was everywhere around them, and as Rosalind told it her eyes took
on the look Belle had described to her father. There was silence after she
finished. Jack lay with his head on his arms, looking out on the river;
Maurice was drawing beech leaves in his note-book, the discontent all gone
from his face; Belle absently plaited the hem of her dress; while
Katherine twisted a wreath of honeysuckle around her hat.

"Is that all?" Belle asked, after a little.

"That is the story; then I was telling Maurice about the meaning Cousin
Louis found in it."

"Tell us that," said Jack.

Rosalind explained the Forest idea, and the plan for a secret society.
This at once appealed to Belle.

"That would be fun," she exclaimed. "We could have 'The Forest' for a
watchword, and hold meetings out of doors somewhere."

"Yes; 'under the greenwood tree,'" said Maurice.

"I don't understand," said Katherine. "What are we to do?"

"We promise to bear hard things bravely, and--"

"Let's be like Robin Hood," Belle interrupted, "and help down-trodden
people."

"Do you know any?" asked her brother, turning over.

"Jack makes me think of the dormouse in 'Alice,'" laughed Rosalind. "He is
always going to sleep and waking up."

"I'll tell you!" cried Belle, "let's search for the ring."

"But we don't know where to look," said Katherine.

"A thing isn't much lost if you know where to look, goosie," answered
Maurice.

"You see, it is partly pretend," Rosalind explained. "I think it is a
beautiful idea, don't you, boys?" she asked.

"Maurice, are you going to promise to bear hard things bravely?" Jack
asked, with a quizzical look. It seemed to tickle him greatly, for he went
off into a fit of laughing. "'See, the conquering hero comes,'" he humme