"But he can't--he won't go ?" "I reckon not.

He wouldn't if he could.

But some day he will, an' take you home with him." Columbine covered her face with her hands, and was silent a moment.
"Such prophecies! They--they--" She could not conclude.
"Ahuh! I know.

The strange fact is, lass, that they all come true.

I wish I had all happy ones, instead of them black, croakin' ones that come like ravens....