Come awa', Keeper and Sandy." The dogs selected rose at once and followed Andrew with right good-will.

Mysie watched them a moment; but the great clouds of mist rolling down from the mountains soon hid the stalwart figure in its bonnet and plaid from view, and gave to the dogs' fitful barks a distant, muffled sound.

So she went in and sat down upon the settle, folding her hands listlessly on her lap, and letting the smile fall from her face as a mask might fall.

Oh, what a sad face it was then! She sat thus in a very trance of sorrow until the tears dropped heavily and slowly down, and her lips began to move in broken supplications.

Evidently these brought her the comfort she sought, for erelong she rose, saying softly to herself, "The lost bit o' siller was found, and the strayed sheep was come up wi', and the prodigal won hame again, and dootless, dootless, my ain dear lad will no be lost sight o'." By this time the storm had broken, but Mysie was not uneasy.