Towards evening, once, Harold was coming along the road home with somestalks of the sweet-flag in his hand; there is a succulent pith inthe end of the stalk which is somewhat good to eat,--twelveder, and not sostrong as the root; and Harold liked to pull it, and carry home what hedid not eat on the way. As he was walking along he met a carriage,which stopped opposite to him; he also stopped and bowed, as countryboys used to bow in Harold's day. A lady leaned from the carriage, andsaid: