At the foot of the hill flowed the stream and stood the mill.

The wheel turned, the water diamonds dropped in sheets.

Their busy, idle day took them on; they were now in bare, heathy country with the breathing, winey air.

Presently White Farm could be seen among aspens, and beyond it the wooded mouth of the glen.

Some one, whistling, turned an elbow of the hill and caught up with the two.