The wintry evening was just beginning to close in and the short twilight to fall on the lonely road, blotting out the red berries on the trees, when a sound of wheels and the cracking of a carter's whip struck upon Hetty's ears.

Scamp had heard them first and rushed away barking joyfully in the direction of the sound, to meet the carter, whoever he might be, and to tell him to come on fast and take up Hetty in his cart and bring her safely home.
Presently Scamp came frolicking back, and soon after came a great team of powerful horses, drawing a long cart laden with trunks of trees, which John Kane, the carter, was bringing from the woods to be chopped up for firewood for the use of the Hall.

At this sight a dim recollection of the past arose in Hetty's brain.

Had she not seen this great cart and horses long ago, and was not the face of the man like a face she had seen in a dream?
She had not had time to think of all this when John Kane pulled up his team before her and spoke to her.
"Be you hurt, little miss ?" he said good-naturedly; "I thought something was wrong by the bark of your dog.

He told me as plain as print that I was wanted.