May the God of heaven fill you with the Holy Ghost and give you light and joy in His Kingdom." When he was done many pressed forward to take his hand, the young and the old, for they had both learned to reverence him.
Near the outer edge of the throng was a red-lipped Juno, superbly rounded, who had gleaned in the fields until she was all a Gipsy brown, and her movements of a Gipsy grace in their freeness.

She did not greet the young Elder as did the others, seeming, indeed, to be unconscious of his presence.

Yet she lingered near as they scattered off into the dusk, in little groups or one by one; and still she stood there when all were gone, now venturing just a glance at him from deep gray eyes set under black brows, turning her splendid head a little to bring him into view.
He saw the figure and came forward, peeringly.
"Mara Cavan--yes, yes, so it is!" He took her hand, somewhat timidly, an observer would have said.

"Your father is not able to be out?
I shall walk down with you to see him--if you're ready now." She had been standing much like a statue, in guarded restraint, but at his words and the touch of his hand she seemed to melt and flow into eager acquiescence, murmuring some hurried little words of thanks for her father, and stepping by his side with eyes down.
They went out into the soft summer night, past the open doors where rejoicing groups still lingered, the young standing, the old sitting in chairs by the doors of their huts.

Then they were out of the stockade and off toward the southern end of the settlement.