"They are excited to-night.
They know I have brought a princess home." "Listen to the cow-bells," she said.

"I love to hear them, faint and far like that.

I love to think of you, a little barefoot boy, bringing home the cows--and never, never dreaming once of me!" "When could that have been ?" he asked.

"I have always dreamed of you--even when 'twas pain to dream!--There is the first whip-poor-will.
_Whip-poor-will!_ Once it had the loneliest sound! The moon is growing brighter.

The dark has come." "I love you, Lewis." "Darling, darling! Listen! that is the night horn.