"In the Highlands we believe more than most people do.

Perhaps that's why I feel as if we two are not quite like other people,--as if we had been something--I don't know what--to each other from the beginning of time--since the 'morning stars first sang together.' I don't know exactly what that means, or how stars sing--but I like the sound of it.

It seems to mean something I mean though I don't know how to say it." He was not in the least portentous or solemn, but he was the most strongly feeling and _real_ creature she had ever heard speaking to her and he swept her along with him, as if he had indeed been the Spring freshet and she a leaf.

"I believe," here he began to speak slowly as if he were thinking it out, "that there was something--that meant something--in the way we two were happy together and could not bear to be parted--years ago when we were nothing but children.

Do you know that, little chap as I was, I never stopped thinking of you day and night when we were not playing together.