To see the Kings go riding by Over lawn and daisy lea With their palm leaves and cedar sheaves, Luriana, Lurilee,

and as she passed him he turned slightly towards her repeating the last words:

Luriana, Lurilee,

Luriana, Lurilee,

and bowed to her as if he did her homage. Without knowing why, she felt that he liked her better than he had ever done before; and with a feeling of relief and gratitude she returned his bow and passed through the door which he held open for her.