It sounded like the playing of a piper.

He did not seem to notice it.
"We shall be shut in again," he said.

"How mysterious it is, this opening and closing! I like it more than anything else.

Let us sit down, Ysobel." He spread the plaid we had brought to sit on, and laid on it the little strapped basket Jean had made ready for us.

He shook the mist drops from our own plaids, and as I was about to sit down I stopped a moment to listen.
"That is a tune I never heard on the pipes before," I said.