She'll come often, I dare say.

But she's gone now and we must go, too.

Get up, Angus, man.

We're for the castle." If we three had been different--if we had ever had the habit of talking and asking questions--we might surely have asked one another questions as I rode on Sheltie's back, with Angus leading us.

But they asked me nothing, and I said very little except that I once spoke of the wild-looking horsemen and their pale, joyous faces.
"They were glad," was all I said.
There was also one brief query from Angus.
"Did she talk to you, bairnie ?" he said.
I hesitated and stared at him quite a long time.