'Madam, I know not,' the child would answer.
Twenty times in an hour, as the evening went on, almost the same words would pass between them.

At length, once more, 'Madam! madam!' cried the child.

'What would my heart's treasure ?' said the mother; and Molly answered, 'Madam, I would see the white horse spout.' With a glance and sign to her mistress.

Dorothy rose and crept from the room, crossed the court and the moat, and dragged her heavy heart up the long stair to the top of the keep.

Arrived there, she looked down through a battlement, and fixed her eyes on a certain window, whence presently she caught the wave of a signal-handkerchief.
At the open window stood lady Margaret with Molly in her arms.