The laird looked on, and said not a word: the headstrong old man would find the thing could not be done! "Will you come and find the coachman for me, Cosmo ?" said Lady Joan when they reached the door--with a flash of her white teeth and her dark eyes that bewitched the boy.

Then first, in the morning light, and the brilliance of the snow-glare, he saw that she was beautiful.

When the shadows were dark about her, the darkness of her complexion obscured itself; against the white sheen she stood out darkly radiant.

Specially he noted the long eyelashes that made a softening twilight round the low horizon-like luminousness of her eyes.
Through the deep snow between the kitchen and the stable, were none but his father's footsteps.

He cast a glance at her small feet, daintily shod in little more than sandals: she could not put down one of them anywhere without sinking beyond her ankle! "My lady," he said, "you'll get your feet soaking wet! They're so small, they'll just dibble the snow! Please ask your papa if I mayn't go and give his message.