The veil of twilight descended upon the earth, and darkness followed.

The two inmates of the cottage felt very miserable and helpless, as they sat there listening to every sound.

For a while nothing was heard but the dash of the waves, and the occasional hooting of an owl.

The moon rose up above the pines, and flooded earth and sea with silvery splendor.
"I want to go to the plantation and call Tom," said Rosa; "and there is such bright moonshine we might go, but I am afraid Gerald would be displeased." Tulee at once volunteered to bring out Thistle, and to walk beside her mistress.
Both started at the sound of footsteps.

They were not light enough for Floracita, but they thought it might be some one bringing news.