Elspeth sang as she stepped from stone to stone: "But I will get a bonny boat, And I will sail the sea, For I maun gang to Love Gregor, Since he canna come hame to me--" They did not see Strickland where he stood by the hazels.

He let them go by, watching them with a quiet pleasure.

They took the upward-running lane.

Hawthorns in bloom hid them; they were gone like young deer.

Strickland, crossing the stream, went his own way.
The country became more open, with, at this hour, a dreamlike depth and hush.