It was nothin' till him, St.Droid, that he lived in a cave, you understan'?
Wasn't his face like the sun comin' up over the lake at Ballinhoe in the month of June! Well, it doesn't matter if you've niver seen Ballinhoe--you understan' what I mean.

Well, then come out intil the gardin, darlins.

Shure, I'm achin' to tell you the story--as fine a love-story as iver was told to man and woman." So it was that Louise with eyes alight-for Patsy had a voice that could stir imagination in the dullest--so it was that Louise and the others went out into the moonlit garden, the prairie around them like an endless waste of sea.

There they placed themselves in a half circle around Patsy, who sat upon a little bench, with his back to the big spreading elm-tree, which by some special gift had grown alone over the myriad years, defying storm and winter's frost, until it seemed to have an honoured permanence, as stable as the prairie earth itself.
As they seated themselves, there was renewed in Louise the feeling she had at supper-time, when she had imagined--or had her senses accurately divined?
that Orlando was near, so sure had been the sensation that she had expected Orlando to enter the room where they sat.

Now it was on her again, and somehow she felt him there with her.