Today is Friday.
Presently from the far-away end of line came the sound of cheering. Next, the measured tramp of great war-horse made his heart beat quicker, and then he found himself cheering with the rest, amidst welcoming shouts, shrill cries of women, uplifting of babies and waving of handkerchiefs, St. George pacing slowly up the street. The hero was very charming and gracious, his decorated helmet and armor increasing his shining glory. He drew rein in front of the little inn, and the villagers crowded round with greetings, thanks and voluble statements of their wrongs, grievances and oppressions. St. George made very sure that he would save them from all of their foe and then he dismounted and passed through the doorway and the crowd poured in after him. But the boy made off up the hill as fast as he could lay his legs to the ground. He shouted to the dragon as soon as he was within sight of the beast. "It's all up. He is coming! He's here now!"
