She lay and lay, weary and still, with the terror slowly ebbing away out of her.

At length to her ears came a strange sweet voice of singing--such a sound as she had never heard before.

It seemed to come from far away: what if it should be an angel God was sending, in answer after all to her prayer, to deliver her from the beast-boy! He would of course want some time to come, and certainly no harm had happened to her yet.

The sound grew and grew, and came nearer and nearer.

But although it was song, she could distinguish no vowel-melody in it, nothing but a tone-melody, a crooning, as it were, ever upon one vowel in a minor key.