The poor, unhappy child! And what a little fool! The Lord looks after his lambs, surely, surely--drat the little hussy! It mads me to even think of her danger.

Did a body ever hear the like of it! A-gypsying all alone--loitering around this army's camp! Mercy! And what a little minx it is to so conduct--what with our godless, cursing headlong soldiery, and the loud, swaggering forest-runners! Lord! But it chills me to the bone! The silly, saucy baggage!" She shuddered there in the hot sunshine, then shot at me a look so keen and penetrating that I felt my ears go red.

Which sudden distress on my part again curved her lips into an indulgent smile.
"I always thought I knew you, Euan Loskiel," she said.

"I think so still....

As for your fairy damsel in distress--h'm--when may I see her ?" In a low voice I confessed the late raggedness of Lois, and how she now wore an Oneida dress until the boxes, which I had commanded, might arrive from Albany.